Shadows Lifting

Shadows lifting

God within allowing me the greening, opening phase.

I am almost there.

You are holding my hand.

You whisper my solid strengths.

It’s like your finger lightly touching my soul, pointing out the richness that still glows inside me.

I am whole.  I am sane.

You are holding my hand.

And we laugh together, now not so rare.

I throw kisses to the wind and they come back upon my cheek.

I keep moving forward.  Your hand is always there and I am free to be myself again.

EA HAVEY