Emerge
Emerge
Significant
although diminutive.
Submerged with a purpose,
under pressure with a plan.
Alone, and confused.
Which way is up, which way is down?
Suffocating with darkness all around.
Scared to live yet afraid to die. My instincts Emerge.
Predestined to live I fight, out of this desolate place, full of despair, I Emerge. From the dust and dirt where once I was imprisoned, leaving it all beneath me. Where darkness once ruled, I am donned with a gloriest and radiant light from the heavens. Where I was once engulfed with fear, I have the freedom to
love, to grow, and to thrive.
Days have come and gone, years have past. The heavens seeming to be just in my grasps. I have given myself without reservation; shade and shelter, food and medicine, pleasure and protection.
I am great. I am grand. I soar in the sky. I sway with the wind. I am strong. Nothing can move me. Nothing shall shake me.
For as much as I emerge, I am submerged. For I am free, but not free. For I am anchored by the Source, the sustainer of true life. For to truly live, is to truly love. For to become truly free, is to truly die. For I shall finally, for all eternity,
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January 13
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