Hazy cushion

   Every day I move forward there
is a memory that grabs me. Tries to
take me back, slink back. Still it is up
to me whether I allow it or if I see the
error in old self and move on.

   Today is a slight hazy day. A cushion
to forewarn us of muggy day. Enjoyable
this day will become. Much to strive
for and plenty of goals to achieve.

   As for all that I remember, yes it
hurt, yes I cry but know this joy and
support is there. Love is attainable.
This is a story of great happiness.

   Picking self up when seems as though
not a soul minds, Jehovah reminds
us all he is here, everywhere.
Such joy. Such grand support.

   A smile rolls over my face as I recall
something said, an action done.
Thank you Jehovah for allowing me
to experience, to meet.

  A long sigh as anxiety exits me.
A prayer answered.