I felt deserted.
But not in the traditional sense of being abandoned by the people around me or left behind by the circumstances beyond my control.
No that would have been too simple, I was deserted from my own understanding of self.
The person I imagined I would one day grow up to become and the things that I was to do, to accomplish, to love, and to lose.
Yet there beyond the turmoil of desire for what I wanted but cannot have was the small voice reassuring me to not fear.
Soft, gentle, and easy to ignore in the midst of uncertainty, I cling to it's whispered promise.