Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Cost.

A birthday and even then, the tumbling destruction took no notice.

These last few weeks that have spanned the final months of 2016 have lifted a little, picking up speed into quicker currents that flush the cage with good clean water and wind.

In the melee of all I have suffered, the pain has extruded a simpler and far more effective soul.

I know where to go from here, to primal degree. Destination- up.
These days are filled with expansion. Booming in succession with the ardent drive to get going.

I read the lines of two years ago and never more was a change so abundantly clear to me.
The change I have craved. 

Can I discuss this transition with pride and zeal?
No.

The cost is heavy and I won't ever be on board with the payment.

November was generous and poured much of that 'giving' into December. I must thank that eleventh month for building the structure from which I catapulted.

For now, cryptic dialogue is all I can afford. Until a mood swing ruptures the gusts of guttural muscle needed to confront the 'lesson learned'.

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