Better Days

With my eyes closed I can see the fog. The place where only a glimpse of light is seen through the thickness of the clouds. I can feel the heaviness of the dew on my skin. With my hands stretched in front of me, the tips of my fingers grasp traces of decision made and cards laid before me. With all my senses engaged I can begin to digest my sorrow and allow myself to break free from the darkness of yesterday’s transgressions. With a transformation taking place and the dawn of tomorrow on the horizon hope is given, peace is felt and love is abundant!

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