I try and pinpoint the exact moment when I realised that my emotional movement was being controlled by his dark choreography. I wasn’t aware until the merciless incessant tugging, left me tangled in the cords, unable to move.
It was then I knew, I was dancing for the Devil.
Liberation first begins with the realization one is captive.
I cut the strings.
I am bound no more.
To all the girls and boys out there who have become insidiously ensnared.
Freedom is within your reach….it always has been.