Only one barrier fortifies itself between me and the realization of my every rainbow inspired dream. Years of lost innocence and sleepless slumber glide through my parted lips, earth-shattering principles of electrical pulses igniting something close to ecstasy in every follicle, tissue, muscle, and bone in my body before settling in my heart. I can sense the blood coursing through my veins as if Niagra Falls has suddenly been transfused into my blood stream. Such a powerful pounding of pandemonium proportions parades between my frontal and occipital bones that I scarcely dare to move for fear that some unseen enemy has me bowed on some ghastly gear, ready to yank me back away from this fusion of all things realized. Like a dagger through the back, I contemplate flight; the flicker of imagining that I will be unwanted, undesired, and unloved begging my departure. The feeling of fear quickly passes as I chance one more glance before me. This simple soul staggers as another flood of pulsating dreams vibrate the beating of my heart. Waves of oaken locks traipse about her stoic shoulders like The Nutcracker’s waltz, and a cherishing smile soars on her lips like a fairy’s kiss. The solution to holding hostage my attentive inquiries lies in her familiar eyes. A delightful mix of chestnuts and blue jay’s feathers adorn there, singing me a song of sheltered regret and undeniable bliss and, most importantly, inspiring love. Hesitation sprinkles the air, but unable to cloud the feelings that lay in my heart, it breaks as I wrap my trembling arms around her stomach for the first time in my memory. Burying my face against her shoulder, I breathe in the scent of a woman who counts as both my dearest remembrance and a complete stranger. She is my mother. In that brief second, a collective clutter crumbles away, and my hindrances all began to dilapidate. |