The walls come tumbling down

          Here I sit rereading over the lost poems. Finding
myself wondering what emotions I really wanted to echo.

          Oh so clear are the strengths trying to build walls
of cold stone, that barrier between warmth and ice. Ah
so different now yet I am still appear private, reserved
to some. Yet here I vibrate love from the depths of my
spirit. I still feel and yet so many different layers, levels
of complex me has changed.

       My conscience is a practical part of my every day
decision making. So many details inside one choice is noted
and dissected. Hoping that in the end the choice taken
held correctly upon the answers given inside my prayers
with my Father, Jehovah.

       So much I have erased, placed inside a locked
cabinet or kept silent. So much I have endured. So much
calls for my voice. Oh Jehovah has helped me to forgive.
I have changed so I can believe I am worthy of Jehovah's
name. The strongest, the wisest step I ever took was
inside a prayer, then in water.

      Still so many more leaps to make. Some so small like the
grains of the finest salt and some are thousands of miles
wide. So confident, though, in Jehovah's strength, the
courage I am given to endure and tackle any opposition
placed before me. I am ready. Are you with me dear friend?

      So become open I did, for one told me that it was
okay to show emotion, it is just fine to be weak. So many
parts trickle into the words given. Ah how much I am grateful
for Jehovah in chosing, you dear friend, as such vessel.

       Now the silence is vibrating with joyful love. Such plain
sight is echoing throughout the breeze. The wind creates
so much calm. So many parts of me still are hidden, slowly
they fall outside.

        Oh my dear friend, I softly whisper to you. The
sweetness of the love overflowing from a giggle, a long
squeezing sigh. Indeed a silent thought of thank you
forms inside the smile that remains, steady, upon my
rosy lips.

        Shh. Just absorb the joy in laughter inside startling
clear blues.

        Shh just hold onto a memory of me smiling in pure
happiness. Can you do that for me?