It's approaching. It's coming.
Time ticking setting the stage for its entrance.
Respite given in its tarry, though many never take it.
Some lie as to rest but toss and toil at its advancement.
It brings the day.
It takes off all covers to display things hidden.
The missing of marks.
Complexity in its interpretation.
demise or reprise?
destruction or reproduction?
But Induction into the commencement of another chance.
Not to be feared or to be rejected.
It is your allie.
The dawning of another reset.
Revealer of obstacles to conquer.
It is not the friend of your hardship.
It is the illuminator of other options.
It is not failure's souvenir.
It is opportunity's trophy.
It is not the mocker of your wrecks.
It is the confirmation of you not being conquered.
It is Morning.
And it is yours.
you can never
for i am in the way
the moon falls
for the sun
or in the gaps
where land comes
to meet the sea
i am the earth
@astarryeyedapril ; our lives are interwoven
So for the past couple days, I've been fighting writer's block. I've had many writing ideas, but failed to execute them. I'm not too sure about this piece, but I thought I might as well share it anyways. 💜
A piece I wrote a while back and forgotten about...Made me think of the many stages I have gone through in this life on the path to self-discovery...the many layers I have peeled and continue to peel to get to the core of who I am...Reminiscing is sometimes fun, other times nostalgic and most of the time filling me with pride and strength as I glance back and see the woman that I am today...🙏🏻
I love seeing humans connect with my writing. thank you @syanharsimran for this post. 🌼💛☺ "The sky is not blue. It is a palette of paint, creating a masterpiece out of itself every evening." - #randeethewriter