I was in pain and no one came to my rescue.
Neither my quiet desperation or panicing primal-like streaming attracted anyone from the uncaring throng that paraded before me.
It was as if I had been abandoned by humankind and cast on no-man's island.
Then I took off my mask and ceased pretending to be someone or something I was not.
And my brothers and my sisters came to me.
They accepted me as I was, loved me, and empowered me to be myself, to love myself, and to reach out to others.
No longer do I, out of desperation, scream "Love me! Love me!" In being unmasked, authentic, open and loving others, I get all the love I need. I feel whole again. What a feeling! I am estatic about life.
It's wonderful to be alive, to love and be loved. Wow!
Copyright 2003 by Uriah J. Fields