Masterpiece.
Looking back...
At the tatters. The pain. The tears.
And looking forward.
Thinking of who I was.
What I was.
Who I chose to be.
It pains me to do it... to recollect.
To think about the kind of person I was.
And the kind of life I chose to live.
The layers of unprocessed pain... trauma... weight. Pounds upon pounds of comfort.
Layered so thick and tall that I couldn't see the darkness. Or my feet.
It was the hardest season of my life.
And now, I stand here.
Alone. But... Happy and at peace.
Resilient and Unrelenting.
I look to the sky.
I let the wind embrace me.
The leaves define me.
I connect to what's around me...
And rest.
In the blessing of the right now.
Am I afraid?
Absolutely.
Am I going to stop?
No. And never again.
My God hung the stars. I trust his judgement and his plan.
Postured forward with discipline and hope.
Yours faithfully,
Qavah.
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