I have been waiting months for my soul to see the light of day once more. It has seen it, and things of the warmest hues of oranges and yellows, some rarer reflections bounce from jeweled gold; my greatest treasures. Words are not enough to articulate the gratitude I have to be given another chance at this.
There are some things that still wound my heart. A few of those things tucked deeply, in the darkest corners that I've not been able to shine light on. It is the human in me. Have we all not been broken, in one way or another?
And there are some instances where I am still the porcelain doll I once remembered myself to be.
I am vulnerable in these instances, and in these instances I do not see light. I am drowning in a darker shade of black waiting to devour me, should my will escape me.
And it wants to, but I resist.
When I rise, I am grateful once more.
My heart holds an ocean of love, Divine truths, and torment. My mind knows better,
my heart is at mercy.
A flame to the black oil that sits buried.
May it stay buried forever.
I only wish to see the light of day. And if darkness may engulf me, may it be so in love; the truest form; the unattainable. And if it is unattainable may it make me strive, and grow, and awaken, forevermore.
Gratitude, strength. The present, my virtue.