Turn The Page

 

Spirit dims.  Darkness surrounds.

Hope’s faint breath struggles in its exhalation spidery whiffs against the face.

Careless heart wounds bleed a maelstrom into the mind.  Insidious whispers chant all is lost.

Yet dawns-light weaves hope.  Endure for morrow’s light. The future is always a shining star.

Pain the vehicle of change.  Let it go.    A turn of the page finds you in a better place.   Choose your promise land. 

© Juneta Key 2015