There are times -- and we've all known them --
when life takes on a density, and suddenly
-- or gradually -- the road ahead seems far less clear,
and darkness has a way of rolling in.
Don't be afraid to stop your forward march,
to look about you, get your bearings and breathe.
Breathe in the scent of that tangled forest of fear.
Touch and feel those fuzzy thoughts
that tug at you insistently from the past.
Drink in what bits of color and light still thrive;
reminders of the love and joy you've known,
that may yet serve as guideposts
on the still road back to hope.
1 comment:
that tangled forest of fear .... such a perfect description!
Your art has its own beauty and your words bring a certain clarity to bear upon it. Thank you so much for sharing here so gently and consistently, Diane.
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