and the wheel of time turns...
it is the end of an era. the ties are cut; with imbolc, with the time of new things and growth and change, it was time. i am new, i am free, i am shining and bare. though you can't yet see it, you will some day thank me. i shed my skin of you. i am become the snake, that aspect of eternal growth and change, of owning sensuality and sexuality, of power great and dark and beautiful. i feel the sun and cry with joy; i feel the rain and weep with the sky. my chains are broken. my heart is broken, though mending as only one does when the break is necessary to heal. i will be well. i will not let you touch me, grab me, pull me down. i cannot be touched, not by you. i am me. i am my own. my self.