My Secret Self copyright 1987 by Tracy Marks I feared you would not accept my secret self, that wild rough rampant creature within me which bursts free of bonds and delights in tumble and frenzy. I too judged myself and believed I should submit to restraints not of my choosing. And yet the roaring and thrashing would overcome me, and I would know that never would I easily be tamed. I feared that when you saw, you would condemn me, believing me unworthy, hiding from yourself your envy – for your wildness was not equal to my own. And when my fear came true, I defended that tempestuous unicorn in me, whose maddened boltings from her stall and raucous snorts had always appalled me. And I realized then, exposing her, protecting her, how much I loved her, and that within her lived my passion and my power and those creative surgings which require the temperament to kick down stalls and break the harness of old realities, and to roam freely, trespassing into forbidden lands.

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