It's time

Like the end of a book, I pull away from this story of pain and recovery. Someone is taking my hand and walking me to another room. This long day is done. Now tears of joy because I know I have been found again. Yes I am ready. No I will not fear. Through the door. This chance is more than just chance. I will not take it for granted. She has the keys to a new home, a place to rest, to thrive, to admire and to live again. A place to share and defend. Something simple and true. Be yourself, I'll be myself and we'll be together. Lucky ones are we till it's over, the sun has peaked through the clouds. Forever be around and around and around.

Everything ahead of us

If I had the words, they would be too many, they would not be enough. That's the feeling I'm feeling. A calm peace. How about a thank you. Something with no comparisons. If nothing else was right before, then I don't want comparisons. It's getting better. Can you see this story make sense? And now I hear something say, "You're going home.". It's coming from the place that used to howl with the empty hole of an attempt to be in control. Just let it be, just be happy. Enjoy this life and live like everyday is your first, not your last. Allow the growth and change, be strong and whole. Be simple. Treat others right. Stand by your word and don't let others down. Come back home and don't ever forget to be honest. Trust. Believe in this new life. If you've got a dream, then live it, just be sure to let love lead you. Come on home, everything is ahead of us.

Set it right

Set it off now children.

So careful

I want to be so very careful with this new thing. This new chance. It would seem I'm learning to be patient, to be wise, but it's new territory for me...and maybe that's the best part of all. Maturity and all...how strange.