the one I seek is me

(and did I used to think, subconsciously, even, that somewhere out there is a man — a gentle warrior, fearless and bold enough to ride with me into the sunset?) how many years did it take me to let go of that wish, that hope, the fantasy that such a man could exist? these last few months, I’ve come back to this inner place with startling clarity — that in the end, the one I am seeking is me, myself, and I. I am the warrior. I am the one who is riding into the sunset, chasing demons, fighting dragons, casting spells, living my own life like a myth. there is no man. there is only me.