Joy of a tremble

                    Drawing a line. Standing here, I am.
Ever weakened but supported by one and a million.

                    Time heals, Jehovah gives ways to endure.
Carefully I hold onto the tiny steps as words come
tumbling down. Crunching, stealing into the open
air.

                    Shh I whisper to myself. The giddy joy
of a tremble. The first of changes that held me. Oh
the daring, brave forwardness Jehovah presses into
me.

                    Here I empty layers of mindset plays.
Hoping the memories will not recall the pain just the
smiles. Here, now, I hope for the softness.

                    The careful aroma of warmth to draw
me in. Pulling me to just echo a sigh upon the warm
morning air.

                   The innocent breeze presses and pulls
a moment of the closure of eyes. Just lifting my
chin to the sky, to inhale all of Jehovah's kisses.

                 Swinging down my face is the random
strands of copper. Tickling my neck as the sunlight
touches each and every freckle.

                 Oh softly I giggle inside. Holding onto one
grand hope. One greedy moment for me. Not really
caring of the appearance just the need to steal one
at any costs. Still, though, all is freely given, no need
to act as such.

               So much more love folds around me. Holding
out arms, a smile of sincere warmth.

             Oh how I look forward to one moment of my
own to hold laughter in my startling blues, to keep
shining bright. Oh yes, one step at a time. One hope
pressed into the morning air.

            Definitely a wonder of possibilities. So much
to unfold. Here I stand in a soft cotton frill inhaling.
Praising my Father, Jehovah for my wake up call.

            Still a sigh draws the reality of a day upon me.
A few sights, a few words to open. Will you be joining
me in the refreshments of a genuine thanksgiving to
Jehovah?

            How about a smile to hold upon the wind?
Perhaps a laughter inside a conversation? I can
hope right?