These thoughts are many
There is a placid lake; reflections of brown and green and blue.
The quiet is shattering and smoldering, bearing down on my chest; I can feel it crushing me.
Where shall I go? What can I do? There are so many options, but there are options too few.
Lead is heavy in my hand and smears the white like a tendril of smoke in this blue horizon pouring out my soul for the Universe in all its wonder and chaos.
The glitter dances over the fluid waves, a gift and a lesson; in the fury is calm and in the calm is passion.
For what would life be without the offer of something better and what would better be without knowledge of the depth of pain?
That agony is palpable in the moments of silence when the presence of another is too much to bear, and I weep for the memories that will never be and that will always be, ageless.
Frozen in this searing moment is a smile I won’t ever forget and the tear that flows into the embrace of Spirit, always there.
Emotion drifts; It tumbles and it swells and it is effortless to let it go like the ebb of tides pulled from the sand and I know it will be back.
Warmth is there; A reprieve in my storm, for I see the sun and I feel the disquiet fade as the words flow from my hand and the weight is less.
Forward grace with knowledge of the past, a step into the shimmer of hope.
