A Pristine Spirit

As I wrote this, a heavy burden lifted from my heart. I read it and knew I had survived.

Bales of laughter
Cut through the peaceful day

Like a clean slice
From a fresh blade.

Home is not home any longer
It is permanent-

Etched in memory are the faces
An epiphany of sorts

We are all judged upon-
For being judgmental!

Nothing more than dust
On the bottom of her tattered shoe.

The importance of LOVE
diminishes...
The essence remains

A ruse
Coldly caressing our hearts

Memories, heavy, overpower this day of reckoning.

One journey ceases
Another follows, and another,

Like Autumn leaves, they fall

A lone flower blooms courageously over the dark-
Breathtakingly beautiful.

A sweet, sweet beginning.