The day was just like any other day, but it wasn’t. So regular, existing in disconnect to her
partner. Their new normal. He was damaged and she was broken. A fairytale ending
impossible to dream.
She knew the day was coming but didn’t know when. Nor the hows, the whats… Her
imagination could barely wrap her full mind around which her empty heart craved. Both craved
Perhaps her craving for freedom finally became loud enough for action. Maybe the gods were
like, “enough is enough!” Maybe the Moon was full and her Spirit was Wild. Maybe it all. Maybe,
it doesn’t matter. That was the day she finally chose herself.
The decision made as if speaking with another, but it was more like every part of her – every
cell, every emotion, every breath, every face of her – unanimously agreed in silence… it’s time.
The execution, however – ugly, painful, unexpected… perfect. She didn’t want the kids she had
tried so hard, had been so careful to protect, to see her in this light – or, was it him? She, oh,
she was in her Power! The chaos did not stunt her control. It fed her sense of knowing that the
decision was real. True. It reassured her that all is perfect. “All is well,” her Angels sung, “keep
The authorities came. The look in their eyes – tired eyes who have seen this scene many, many
times – sad eyes who knew they would see this scene many times more. Hoping she’d be the
one who finally chooses her Freedom. “Sirs…you will not see me again,” she whispered with
gratitude of their presence.
And when the Wheel spun and she was gifted glimpses of the good times, reminded of the
promises made together, and remembered that in tow were three pure souls affected by her
decision, she welcomed the gift of sight with gratitude and love, thanked it and let the Wheel
And then, she was free.
~by Moné Rayne
Artist credit: Jasmine Hamlin IG: @jazzyoshun