Trial - and the learnings

This poem may sound a bit dark and it comes from a point of darkness following a time of joy and it reminded

me of how easy it is forget the beauty around us and see only despair. How was your morning, did you

acknowledge the sunrise, feel the air, see the colors as the world awakened or were you lost in the turmoil

within focusing only on that that is not , not that that is.

I looked at this darkness and allowed it to color my day or more to the point to block the color in my

day.

I glimpsed the shadows and anticipated an emotional onslaught of negativity from all avenues. I wasn’t

going to fall victim again so I began to shutdown. What’s the point of searching for that drop joy, that

proof that all is worth it, when the wine in the challis be tainted or there shall be no wine at all.

I know there is darkness, there's shadows all round but today I know there is more.

I close my eyes, open my mind. Don't try to focus. Don't try to block.

I feel the air move around me. Feel it enter my body as I breath. I try not to force it, feel the rhythm of the

air. I remember the morning - the sky - the sky of mornings passed -grey, dusky pink, orange and blue. A

gentle mixture of colors endless range of hues. The morning is here the morning has begun. I welcome

the new day as a blank page upon which to write my story, my words I see my fear, I see the pain but

today I have the courage re-enter the game.