Once upon a time

Sat in a car breathing toxins. Praying that Jehovah
sees my patience.

Prior to this said car ride I took a walk to energize
soul and spirit. Prepping for any possibility of an
adventure.

Now here I sit with a big smile on my face. Smoothing
the pale, freckled skin across high cheekbones.
Enjoying the reels of a circle. A film that is allowing
mother and daughter a few laughs as well as
serious, intense moments.

Soon the feeling of fresh fruit, milk and ice will be
calming my hunger. Down to the very thought of a
burger and fries. Hmm.

Oh how the sigh is released. Some thoughts cross
mind but I place a blindfold over eyes. Small are the
tickles inside my soul. Reaching further and further
I cry out. Hoping the ache disappears for nothing
I wanted to say ever left my lips.

The day seems to fade into the coldness of night.
Such need to still do something but what? No one
to accompany me.

Yes yes Jehovah does. Seeing and hearing my prayer.
Perhaps the answer will bump right into me. A
friend of long ago? Oh how nice that would be.

Dare not assume nor become cocky about the
thoughts, ideas that rattle around my mind and
hold tight to memories. Just allow all to fall into
place. No sense of urgency to know the unknown.

Now inhaling my loose leaf strawberry tea. Exhaling
all the pent up worry. Trying my best to control the
nerves and calm the heart to a thin pulse.

A slow rhythm that is playing inside my soul. I sway to
the memory of words. Holding tight to the idea
of soothing warmth. A silent nod to agree of the
coming story.

A distant recall to the long book. So sad was the
memory but still I learned. Still I will remember.
How else does the trials prove us stronger? Yes
through Jehovah.

My eyes rain down tears and I now realize they are
just of joy. Soon a wave of happiness settles down
to my core. My bright baby blues shine. Tiny steps
towards my hopes, my dreams.

One day I know that you will be happy with me. The
hopes of soon but not rushing.

I dream in colors. Seeing who you are, the changes a
color is chosen. Every time I see that color my face
lights up and a smile curves across my pale pink lips.

Softness is laid. A memory of the rainbow, of the
storm that came before. A lesson learned. A lesson
in growth.

Once upon a time I saw emeralds.