And here it is, a brand new year! The sounds of last year fades away as the new year brings a crunch of crispy new days. The cold air wisps in with a taste of discomfort into worry about and through. Do not be swayed by the unfamiliar she nudges to herself as this fresh ground will bring fruition into the light of a clean slate. A clean slate she say! What about my previous dance with all the mud and lotus? She marched through the song all year long of last not long ago! The grants from her past were all due to walk of a chosen talk that displayed a bounce of vibrations. Her birth was abound by the struck of a sound as the clouds poured in from above. As an infant from child to a young miss know it all taking her adulthood through a series of mishaps and fortune. The ying and the yang went on with a bang as her mixture went all around. The men she had met with the darkness abode playing a tune of despair. That friendly feeling of comfortable confusion takes a toll on her soul. She pays the piper for long as she writes a tasteless song and her life takes a twist in the storms. The years go by and many people pass with a package for each decision. She opens every box without careful consideration for what may be inside. Exposed containers dumping into her world with the dirt and flowers at whither. The dirt of dry and the flowers at wilt with some on the edge of death! Cracked skin riddled with sin as her tears pour out and she cry. The screams of frustration and pain are booming into light as she fights the shadows in flight. Debris floats around with hard sight to see where one can barely breathe. Her entire existence are sights of resistance as she fears the outcome with worry. And then it happens! The pandemic hits! A ripple of light with safety for a new. Off she goes into the wild unknown making her way to her clues. New doors open with keys in her hand embracing transitions indifference to what was all along. Transformation with tears water her dry grounds and the flowers begin to grow! Mud forms as the tears flow with a shedding of hope from her clues. Strong with confidence the mud turns to water as her lotus starts to bloom. Opens the petals with a fragrance of love comes a glimmer of a gratitude. Hope in the air and a fresh breath is born. With vastness those dark days die and her old story fry as she writes a character of new. As each day passes with her daily life classes it is the way she do.
