Denial against the storm … a story of hope
To fight against the standard, the has to, and “the way it is”
Without map or intuition for the stability of “this”
But to know in the depths of souls
The fight that must, it must, it must… go on
For all that I have learned hope is the tool, the device, the drive, the necessity.
For in the denial against the storm the creation of battles, minor and intimate arise
Prolonging the outcome, the fear, the hope, and the finality of who we are, of who I am
No longer will I give hope away to the wind, I will hold it for the battles of life
No longer will I give denial the front or back seat in this storm in my life
Change and heartfelt desires to hold, love, and conquer
To walk away to a clear sky, with a sunset made of golden crisp colors and a voice for bleak days
Avoiding the gray but enjoy for a moment what it represents
For in the sun, that one ounce peaking through the silver lining – hope
I will cling to my hope in my heart
I will cling so much that it will grow and overtake and live in what will someday soon become known as the old sad lonely hurt heart of me
Denial in the storm only brings the storms ugly face to fruition, embrace the love the hope, the what could be and will be’s
To hope and to the storms of life… may both be amazing, both be grand, both be embracing
Both are needed for life to truly have balance… hope and storms
Some storms are beautiful from any angle you choose to see them from and then others the beauty makes itself known much farther down the path of life that is what happened to me. But it is a choice – a choice – a choice on how I view my past storms, my past heartaches, my past nightmares.
That is what I think we should do. That is what I will continue to work on choosing.
To choose to embrace the storm and hold strong to my hope
To choose to view life without denial but with hope and belief in my heart, in your heart, in my soul, in what the plan for all of us is
To hope
To beauty
To no denial
To storms
To rainbows
To sunsets and sunrises
To sleep and slumber
To children’s eyes and smiles
To the touch of hands embracing love
To life
To hope
DevinAnne ©
Without map or intuition for the stability of “this”
But to know in the depths of souls
The fight that must, it must, it must… go on
For all that I have learned hope is the tool, the device, the drive, the necessity.
For in the denial against the storm the creation of battles, minor and intimate arise
Prolonging the outcome, the fear, the hope, and the finality of who we are, of who I am
No longer will I give hope away to the wind, I will hold it for the battles of life
No longer will I give denial the front or back seat in this storm in my life
Change and heartfelt desires to hold, love, and conquer
To walk away to a clear sky, with a sunset made of golden crisp colors and a voice for bleak days
Avoiding the gray but enjoy for a moment what it represents
For in the sun, that one ounce peaking through the silver lining – hope
I will cling to my hope in my heart
I will cling so much that it will grow and overtake and live in what will someday soon become known as the old sad lonely hurt heart of me
Denial in the storm only brings the storms ugly face to fruition, embrace the love the hope, the what could be and will be’s
To hope and to the storms of life… may both be amazing, both be grand, both be embracing
Both are needed for life to truly have balance… hope and storms
Some storms are beautiful from any angle you choose to see them from and then others the beauty makes itself known much farther down the path of life that is what happened to me. But it is a choice – a choice – a choice on how I view my past storms, my past heartaches, my past nightmares.
That is what I think we should do. That is what I will continue to work on choosing.
To choose to embrace the storm and hold strong to my hope
To choose to view life without denial but with hope and belief in my heart, in your heart, in my soul, in what the plan for all of us is
To hope
To beauty
To no denial
To storms
To rainbows
To sunsets and sunrises
To sleep and slumber
To children’s eyes and smiles
To the touch of hands embracing love
To life
To hope
DevinAnne ©
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