There are times of trial
Of course,
There is the pouring
And pounding of the rain
Days of stress and anxiety
How I do recall
The what was of it all
When it seemed to almost consume;
Placing my own hands over the spaces
Of light illuminating
More fear of what brightness may bring
Eyes so adjusted to the pitch black
The thought of anything outside
Causing a (knee) jerk response...
Not
all long ago,
Though I hold it close,
Intentionally,
That which once was
Brings forth feelings of:
Gratefulness,
Warmth,
Empathy,
Compassion
and
Love...
Freeing up my hands
To hug...
