The place is a meadow. Warm sunshine and a light breeze blowing. A young girl, graceful and free spirited. She is laughing and dancing her way through the soft grasses. She is dressed in a light airy dress; it blows in the wind. A ring of flowers in her flowing hair, little golden locks bouncing, rays of the friendly sun reflecting off of her. I hear her calling to me "Take my hand" in her small but very strong voice. She is light and unburdened. Her spirit so willing to extend and trust, the honesty and love of the soul shining through.

I know this child, the free love, and the trusting soul. This girl has been through more hurt and shame, more than enough to fill a town. She lives in the absolute now, protected and safe.

It was I who brought her to this meadow. She was lost in the dark forest for years. Each step of the way out we took together, walking the fear together. Each step through the forest so dark the fireflies along the way lighting up just enough for us to find the wildflowers. We gathered the flowers along the path of fear. We collected the beauty from the darkness and placed it on her head. The ring of wildflowers was our gift from the darkness.

She dances freely, light and unburdened. She has a pure soul, free to love. I saved her; I held her hand at every thought.

Now she returns to free me and hold my hand. A love that is counted on more than any other love could ever obtain. I am never blind to her. I carry her always. I give her everything she has never had.

I am that child.