Last night’s storm ripped the shingles off my roof, let my carpet soaked with rain water and uprooted two of my trees. It would take at least a week to repair this damage, but after the year that I’ve had this is nothing.
My electricity was out for our hours, the silence was only interrupted by the strong gusts of wind knocking through my windows. With no distractions I was free to think deeply. So I did. The past year has been especially difficult, but I haven’t succumbed to my suffering. Instead I have begun to build a new fortune on the ruins of my former happiness. I’ve risen with such vigor and glory from the abyss into which my enemies had cast me for not having faith in goodness. I had faith, innocence and love and threw it away in cowardice.
Only now am I starting to even begin to understand how alone I will be in this life despite my recent accolades. It’s scary at times, motivational at others. I can’t pretend to say I’m entirely OK with it, but I’m edging closer.
In the darkness it was overwhelming. My heart wanted to remember happier times and day dream about what it would have been like trapped in the night with my love…but my brain urged me to stop and reconsider the path I’m on now…alone, but stronger, and more my own…
