A new story
A new story find roots. Digging deep before the thundering storm pulls through. Parts of me just finds rambling nonsense and yet tiny glimpses of a lifetime is held.
Close your eyes. Hold down your soul. Press through the veins and seek the memories. Like lightning they shock the system.
The night unfolds to this magnificent drawing and yet no color graces the lines.
Intensity fails to be jolting. The callous laughter roars. Yet doesn't harm.
I lean into this one second of time, sighing at how much I needed this new beginning, new twist. So much of me is in need of all the trials just I can strength my bonds.
All I can do is sit and hope not to slide down too far. Yet why would I do that? A new start is rocky and slow. Yet all in all time can put up the best shields of protection.
Though the knowledge of where to find that protection is key. No man can supply it.
As still as my breath becomes, I exhale. Finding the depth of my realization and allowing the tears of gratitude to flow.
Shaking.
A tightly bound hug to myself is given. My story starts here. Unfolding for only those who were here from the beginning.
All others lose their concentration and fail to see my differences. In so many words I become this stanza of labels they need to hold over me.
Yet I am not barred. Freed. As I watch my new roots grow, extending where I need them to, I feel the joy in the storms to come. Why?
For I know I can endure with Jehovah. No one else can give me that. Sheer acceptance of that is profound.
As my story begins, whether others intertwine, I do not know. All I am alert to is my own and rebuilding my bonds with Jehovah.
For those who lean in to be a part of my pages, grandness indeed. One day at a time is all I say.
Close your eyes. Hold down your soul. Press through the veins and seek the memories. Like lightning they shock the system.
The night unfolds to this magnificent drawing and yet no color graces the lines.
Intensity fails to be jolting. The callous laughter roars. Yet doesn't harm.
I lean into this one second of time, sighing at how much I needed this new beginning, new twist. So much of me is in need of all the trials just I can strength my bonds.
All I can do is sit and hope not to slide down too far. Yet why would I do that? A new start is rocky and slow. Yet all in all time can put up the best shields of protection.
Though the knowledge of where to find that protection is key. No man can supply it.
As still as my breath becomes, I exhale. Finding the depth of my realization and allowing the tears of gratitude to flow.
Shaking.
A tightly bound hug to myself is given. My story starts here. Unfolding for only those who were here from the beginning.
All others lose their concentration and fail to see my differences. In so many words I become this stanza of labels they need to hold over me.
Yet I am not barred. Freed. As I watch my new roots grow, extending where I need them to, I feel the joy in the storms to come. Why?
For I know I can endure with Jehovah. No one else can give me that. Sheer acceptance of that is profound.
As my story begins, whether others intertwine, I do not know. All I am alert to is my own and rebuilding my bonds with Jehovah.
For those who lean in to be a part of my pages, grandness indeed. One day at a time is all I say.
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