A ramble. First draft.
Last edited Fri Jun 15, 2018, 01:47 AM - Edit history (1)
I have found hope in a hopeless existence.
Where I've been and the purpose of now.
The turbulents drown me, making me confused.
What power exists to make this so?
What equation was crafted in order to create this great mystery?
As the tide sweeps me from my clumsy feet, I remember to breath.
Holding onto a branch I make a wish to be free. Free from this churning. Free from the intense fear. Free from the agonizing feeling of.... Pure fear.
As the spinning ceases and the liquid dries, I soak in the moment. This one measure of time that is total relief. Complete contentment. I may have sand up my nose and moss in my hair, but my soul is clean. I have been reborn. I survived the unknown. I endured the sensation of death. I persisted.
In a hurry to share this tale, I configured letters to turn into a confession. A confession means you have a heavy heart and mind, but my confession is transcendent.
I strapped burden to my back. I carried the chaos up mountains and across prairies. I drank from the confusing weight when I was weak. I strayed from the path and was welcomed by drifters of light. I learned. I was gifted with empathy and guided by hope.
Hope. That feeling of purpose. The absolute belief that the chaos and burden of today will pass. The unwaivering trust that beyond the burden, there is rest.
Rest from questioning. Rest from fear. Rest from unlikely, but righteous endeavors.
As I lay my head down on my bag of burdens, I know the future holds light and contentment. My furrowed brows become a smile. My lonely heart becomes a beacon of of warmth and tolerance.
Yes, world you have pushed me, kicked me even.
But without a push, a nudge, a discomfort, I would not have found the great oasis. The great rivers...of hope.
= new reply since forum marked as read
I find that after I write something, I need to let it sit while I don't look at it. And then I come back later, maybe the next day.......when I'm calm and centered.
Then I look at it again. I revise depending on what I see and how it strikes me. And so it goes.
Of course, you will find your own rhythm.
Keep at it! You have something good going on here.
