A clear picture
The worlds unravel and the time finds a pool to fill. Emptying the sand into the mind. Clarity finally paints a picture.
I hold no bars in front of me. I am not scared by the steps that may be taken from me. I do not run. I do not hide. I stand face forward to the brutal attack within my soul.
I do, though, allow tears to fall for all the words I cannot express. I let pain place itself inside the core of me sore I can learn, so I can live from the burns.
I strive to take each step boldly. Unclear of what the next day awaits. Through it all I am rattled, still. And with all pressures I still am smiling. Even as the spirit in my eyes grow pale and those sprinkles of freckles haunt the sunlight.
I remind myself of the bites of life left in me. The tapping of scheduled growth lessons. As the tenderness inside of me gently pulls away, my mind kindly holds a card of power before me.
And when I find that my soul no longer can be lifted on stone limbs and I find myself laying, sprawled, on the floor I still am searching for the encouragement to pull me up. Even in my dashes to empty all contents I am finding a way to smile. Passed the immunity, there is joy.
Why?
For the smallest of possibilities I will be loved, just today. Just as I peel open to everyone my cancer. Finally releasing the story.
And when all is done, clearly explained I will have complete peace. Moving forward in joy of everyday, nothing hidden. One lasting hope that one more time I can be free of cells.
Clarity will be mine, completely.
And that is an unravelling I hope to sift to the finest of grains. Tiny slivers of time given back in exhilaration.
A hope.
I hold no bars in front of me. I am not scared by the steps that may be taken from me. I do not run. I do not hide. I stand face forward to the brutal attack within my soul.
I do, though, allow tears to fall for all the words I cannot express. I let pain place itself inside the core of me sore I can learn, so I can live from the burns.
I strive to take each step boldly. Unclear of what the next day awaits. Through it all I am rattled, still. And with all pressures I still am smiling. Even as the spirit in my eyes grow pale and those sprinkles of freckles haunt the sunlight.
I remind myself of the bites of life left in me. The tapping of scheduled growth lessons. As the tenderness inside of me gently pulls away, my mind kindly holds a card of power before me.
And when I find that my soul no longer can be lifted on stone limbs and I find myself laying, sprawled, on the floor I still am searching for the encouragement to pull me up. Even in my dashes to empty all contents I am finding a way to smile. Passed the immunity, there is joy.
Why?
For the smallest of possibilities I will be loved, just today. Just as I peel open to everyone my cancer. Finally releasing the story.
And when all is done, clearly explained I will have complete peace. Moving forward in joy of everyday, nothing hidden. One lasting hope that one more time I can be free of cells.
Clarity will be mine, completely.
And that is an unravelling I hope to sift to the finest of grains. Tiny slivers of time given back in exhilaration.
A hope.
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