Photo credit — Owl Eye Photography
Justice is about restoring balance
Revenge filled my heart as I watched the episodes of sweet Miss Vamcamp’s adventures. I wrote in my journal with blood as I plotted to pin the tail on the donkey. My fears were befriended by the bold beauty of another whose life had been destroyed. I resonated with her hatred. I rejoiced in her pretence and cheered as she slayed each swine.
I became obsessed and my depression faded and my repressed memories swam to the surface. I medicated with Mary Jane and made peace with my past.
I was too scarred and scared to take action. I stayed a patsy and the princess took her crown and joined forces with the madman. I watched as the birds flew into the sky and beauty married the beast. I was grateful that someone took out the trash.
Here I am years later in a better place. A place where the process of closure has brought clarity. A place where the grace of a mortal man with morality and fairness has taken his chariot to court. I am blessed to have invested in my future from the fortitude of my deliberate intentions. I am grateful for the fruit of the abundance that finances fairness.
I am bold. I am beautiful. I am a warrior of justice. I am grace. I am gratitude.
I am Nancy Nance and I am exponentially grateful for my bow tie warrior and his mighty sword.
