Where did I go?

Me, the me I can’t find stuffed down to a place in my heart where only the aching empty feeling reminds me of what I used to be. Who I used to be. Sometimes not understanding the ways of the world or how I was allowed to let such chaos be a part of me and other times longing for the craziness of the chaos. I sit at his feet while my sisters are at their mans feet. Doing whatever we are told to do. Hearing the loud rumble of the bikes coming together and the sweet sweet smell of leather. Yes, we take control, the quiet people look at us in disbelief as our men, brothers and others look at us as women that allow their deepest secrets, sexual intensity to enthrall what we stand for and live for. Days in days out, one by one, then another, never ending. Never alone, always together we share our nights and days as one.

The me I miss from time to time bringing my past for judgment. My world will never be the same and today my heart still peeks in and remembers, quickly stepping back, knowing that those years are no more forever.