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Writer's pictureSam John

Masterpiece.

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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