Thursday, May 1, 2014

New Shores


With a glance toward the churning sky and through blurry lenses I take in the sound of rumbling thunder that mirrors the turbulence of my emotions. Swelling to the surface, tears barrel salty waves inside my chest, ready to break the walls that stoically attempt to confine them. With a deep breath and firm resolve I reach out to steady myself in this rocky sea until my bare feet firmly touch solid ground once more.
I slowly close my eyes and fall to my knees as darkness envelopes like a warm blanket of protection.
The cool breeze softly kisses my teary cheek with a silent caress of promise. A hazy promise that inspires a flicker of a smile. I open my eyes and gaze up at the expansive carpet of blackness when I notice a twinkling. A lone star impishly winks at me as if he's seen my story before and knows everything will be alright...and somehow, I think it will be.
Washed up on new shores i rise up with my fresh resolve and determinedly set forth to openly embrace this new adventure.

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“Hope is the dream of a soul awake.”

“Hope is the dream of a soul awake.”
“Hope is the dream of a soul awake.”