Monster is back. Through the years Monster has periodically shows up and I run panting and frantic, attempting to escape the terror.
Here we are, again, and I am running up and down streets, ducking in and out of alleys, determined to outwit and out maneuver it. Exhausted, terrified, and cornered by the beast, I decide to inflate my tiny courage, turn, face, and boldly confront it.
“Why are you chasing me, who are you?”
Monster responds with a soft voice revealing that it is wounded, even confused by my question. “I am not chasing you, you are running away from me. I am your vulnerability.”