And With A Deep Breath

And with a deep breath, I begin again.

I am letting go of death and devastation. The parts of me I no longer wish to own. I am looking forward to finding the ground where things begin to flourish, this is where I intend to go.

I heal a little slower, somedays it seems, but with borrowed strength

I keep treading past the dead twigs and past the broken debris.

I will tread against the cold wind blowing, but toward an adventure I cannot foresee.

In my heart I know that I’m not yet where I'm going, but far away from where I had begun.

It seems somedays I'm lost for a direction to be pointed in; some days weary of the journey; one I won't allow myself to miss.

I’ll continue to find rays of sunshine that trickle light through the trees, I’ll continue upstream toward the opening where the water overflows, and light does beam.

Some days seem grey, or melancholy blue, and some days seem bright yellow or have neon hues. I want more of those brilliant days, where life blooms and it blooms!

I’ll keep trekking along, fighting the anticipation from persuading each of my decisions.

I want to go where God wants me to go. I want to walk beside him, somedays in his shadows, but more days in his glow.

So much opportunity does one breath hold. With one deep breath, I look up and I begin again.

-AB-