... It happens today.
Not a new resolution, a purge.
Ash flying in the wind, and a new brand on my soul lit from the same hearth.
Cast it down wind, so it doesn't blow back in your face.
The time to hurt is over.
The time for torn ligaments and ripped chord, strung sinew and worn heartstrings is over.
Time to let the healing start.
Time to let the stone soul cleanse.
Time to renew and reconquer.
For every loss brings a lesson.
Every failure brings an oppurtunity-
to adapt
or to drown.
The stone heart is ready.
The crystal mind is next.
