StylisM

Fire once consumed me engulfed me in pain. The torment pushed me out in the cold, as I dropped to my knees and prayed for rain. The torrential storm concealed my tears. As the sun began to rise I stood up and faced my fears. I looked around and although I still was alone I looked up to the heavens and asked “give me the wisdom to be strong.” The clouds faded away but I still had pain. However, I had the power to start my journey again. Like a hurricane my mind was like the wind no direction no purpose but my eyes could see again. I then realized that life gives us what we need. Sometimes it’s our hearts that carry all the greed. As I walked down the path that I once peregrinated. I didn’t reflect back on the lifestyles I once segregated. Instead I looked ahead and envision the end of the road. This time it was clear there was truly no end to the future that remains untold. Down this path I know obstacles will lie, from burned trees of anguish to puddles of desire. I will stay on the path and no matter what and look to the skies for salvation, direction, and for the answers to my life. After the rain I still remained wet and heavy as the burdens still stay. But now I see my purpose and now I am safe. Fire will no longer consume me and separate me from my dreams. I will be more than I am by any means.