Nadir

The sky was streaking in the most amazing blazing hearten colors. I thought that I was impregnable from the outside, quite challenging, competitive world it commands. Behind my desk I sit in my study. The sun casts shadows through the large windows, upon the large exposed darkened room. Piles of unopened bills spread out I've ignored, rustled to open. Stifled, I couldn't stop looking at a letter, wishing it would disappear, I just had read. It's the banks final repossession notice. Feeling I was in prison. Determined struggles of energy to be rescued. As many hours I put in working to make everything go right But, it was just not enough. Opportunities of offers had open up, but I knew it wasn't going to be enough. Finding myself reaching the nadir of my despair, I knew now my emotions were hard to conceal. Reflecting back in the beginning I thought it would be easy, I was mistaken. Whispering a small prayer, "Lord, if it is your will; please help guide me in this crushing storm I'm in and bring the calm of the waves embrace."