Something stirs awake in this dark cave. Eyelids slowly open, closed for so long I forgot how to see. Dark dreams I’ve had of late. Dreams where I cowered in the corner, small and insignificant as those bigger and more important than I kept watch. The few scraps I was thrown were barely enough to keep me moving and with each passing day I felt myself fading. I grew weak in these dreams. I felt no strength inside me, no spirit to keep me standing tall. I cowered in the corner and was grateful for those scraps. I was small and weak in those dreams. I knew my place and it was of servitude.
Those dreams are over now. With every stretch and sigh I feel the strength in these bones of mine. I am not that cowering creature with the broken spirit. I was proud once, before this deep slumber. I remember now. I was confident and sure-footed. The steps I took were of honour, integrity and majesty. I stumbled here and there but always I found my way back to the right path.
The light outside is rising now. The dark cave that has been my home for so long is no longer fit for purpose. I have been asleep too long. I shake off those dreams and with them the doubts that clung to them. I am sure of myself again. I am able.
The sun has risen. My slumber is over. The world awaits me and I shall meet it head on.
My hibernation is over.