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Belonging to no one has been my worst fear. I’ve never awakened to see the grey sky crying on me. Usually I am weeping on the moon. Within two weeks I have lost myself. No more fellowship of liveliness, just two circles.  

The first circle is my obscurity. Its concealment reveals a depth so deep my eyes are wet when dry. It is a continuous ring with no gaps. It orbits around my feet holding me back from moving forward with my life. It’s a wheel of constant flames burning my feet to ashes. The ashes dissolve and only half of me is left. I’m scared. I’m dreading each and every next second ticking on the clock. 

The second circle is my deliverance. My yellow and pink. My redemption from all my sins were concealed and released. I don’t feel worthy of this bright light encircling my head, but deep down I find hope. Even though I felt disgraceful at times, I have found freedom within my closed spaced realm. No entries, not exits. Just a whole burst of light spreading to my face.

Then…I woke up.

See I understand now. It all makes perfect sense. My feet that were enclosed in darkness and gloom take me places every day. They walk sometimes into bad places. Places left of sin and destruction. 

I am not free when I let my feet do the walking…but…I am free when my lips do the talking. 

The yellow and pink help me think and my words can overcome more than where I need to take steps forward. Thoughts can fade from gray to white and words can heal wounds. The circle around my head releases my good thoughts towards others, while my feet may move into the darkness.

My head is in the center of the endless curve. I am able to speak with grace, not walk in shame. Now I am free. Thank you Lord for forgiving me, and allowing my good thoughts and words to shine.



Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: April 28, 2016
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