3/7/19

The simple patience of breathing in, and letting it out slowly.

I wish to close my eyes and only to peek to see if anything has changed.

The thought of a future taste good on my lips yet the past leaves it sour.

I was never good at bringing people in close. 

I could paint a picture of a chilly fall day, different colored leaves falling around and someone absolutely radiant just standing there smiling back at you.

A vision or perhaps just a childish dream.

The thought pulls you out of a soft bed on a rainy day.

It's calming in busy hours yet unnerving when lights go out.

You have saved so much. Endured and fought until you were out of breath.

Yet I still breathe in and let the pain out slowly.

The only person looking back at me is my own reflection.

Perhaps a smile is too much to ask.

Perhaps it's hidden in the ones who look away at my simple glances.

I can't help it with my selfish thinking.

I still look and push my way through my own barriers.

Hoping to see a dream similar to my own design.

This time next year, I'll write about my own power.

How it moved me closer into my own spiritual dwelling.

I can feel the warmth of it from here.

 

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[The Chosen One]

Wow. Your words were the most perfect words I could have possibly read in that exact moment. Thank you for every one of them.