Breath,
So finely tuned to the thought of life that leads to Growing in being and mind. Hath one thought of thy beginning and end? Thy question's so vastly asked plague thy mind. Clutters not only thy soul with darkness and distress, but binds thy heart with fear none the less. What is thy meaning of purpose and best?
A mind so full with much thought, that chaos roams and leads to naught. What once was warm now stands cold, upon thy frozen lake so foretold. Ice cold hands that slowly reach for arms crossed bound, there thy beauty stands with thus paled cheeks upon thy ice waters. White as snow is her skin with deep violet lips, and dark raven hair that loosely reach for her hips. Graced with a dress not fit for winters best, with seams that strive to reach for the waters, and sleeves that glide upon her shoulders. Eyes are a cold silver, with none so much as a glistening smolder, yet none the less she holds her shoulders without a fear of the frozen waters, as she stands on the brink of melting ice. And even so, her thoughts melt over, with questions un answered not known to man.
Therefore, what she hath not known is Growth does not come when life hath no trials. For it is the product, a diamond that hath been stripped from its origin, molded and shaped in it's form. Thus it is not an easy path, no man so enjoys the pains of past, nor restraints of thy present. But instead choose to harbor thy pains thus fueling anger to hate, when the lesson was to Grow through such trials. To turn from coal into a pure clear Diamond that hath been raised from the ashes through pressures of all. Seek then thy choice, shall it be Growth's Life? or Death.
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CREDIT NOTE:
I credit this post to a Growing friend, and hope that life helps thy Growth in all aspects. The past is the past, while the future is yet to come, therefore the present is now. And with that, there is the opportunity to grow in many aspects in life. Thank you for participating in my inspirational word challenge, I greatly appreciate it.
- Chantel ♥
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