When the fat lady sings.....

"It isn't over till the fat lady sings!"

Is that true? How does one really know when it's over? When one has been owned, do you ever get back every piece of yourself, when it ends?

I thought every piece was back, some in shreds, but all present and accounted for.

Its especially easy to think so when the former Owner is no longer there, when there is no contact over the course of years. When the Voice is never heard, the heart doesn't race in response anymore. When there is no touch of his hand, shivers are no longer felt down the spine. When there are no commands, there is no fear of his displeasure.

And so it goes. The once-owned is lulled into a sense of complacency, convinced it is over. Enough time has passed and the searing hurt has faded into a dull soreness.

Until, out of the blue, contact is made.

Denial screams through the brain, saying "This dance is over and won't happen again." It's over.

The heart, however, laughs at the once-owned, even as the word "NO!!" springs from the lips. And the ear listens, straining for the sound of the fat lady singing.

Melonie