In the meadow of golden rose petals I stumble toward you. I feel the wind rushing through my hair, all the while getting closer to embracing the earth. Back to the solid ground underneath those evergreen grasses, piercing through my flimsy feet like a blade and I cannot catch my breath. I cannot stand. I cannot grow like the branches of those willow trees. I cannot be what they are. Wise and strong, I am weak. I am weak and as tears begin to well in my eyes blurring my vision, I hear a familiar voice calling my name. I remember how it lingered. You are the one who calls my name, I know. I know because you’re the one I look to in darkness. In darkness I listen as you whisper softly in my ear, I stand before you. I’m with you. Don’t be afraid. I cannot see you yet, but I can feel you near me gently caressing the small of my back the way you always had. I smell your scent of honey upon the canary leaves and it gives me comfort. You are there. You are watching me, I know. You are off in the distance waiting for me, but this time I am not afraid. This time I do not crumble. This time I was not confined to a chair. This time I refuse to let my fear cripple me another day and it is because of you. You give me the courage to stand. In the meadow of gold rose petals I walk toward you. And as I walk toward you a half smile spreads upon your face, and the sun shines in your oceanic eyes. As you let me place my fragile hands inside your open heart. Comments are closed.
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