Emergence

Waking up in a cold and desolate place was hard: The light streamed in through a crack in the heavy blackout curtains. I’d pour myself into the water that streamed over my skin and dissolve into my own mind.

Readying myself to say goodbye to the harsh daylight was harder: Stepping outside and knowing that those few moments in a morning were the fresh air that I would breath, the life that I would see and the only real ground I would feel beneath my feet until night had fallen.

Everyday for months I would lose the natural light, say goodbye to the real world and play at politeness with people who were consumed within themselves.

Everyone has a tipping point, a breaking point.The day where my morality was questioned was that day.

And so I relished those moments outdoors and drew energy to change. I was blessed with a single chance.

I shed the weight like a tree shaking off its leaves to embrace winter, and then shedding the cold snow as it thaws.

Here I am, emerging. The light is harsh but the beauty it reveals is worth the strain it brings to my sight.

Hello daytime, I look forward to waking up and all the things that follow.

I look forward to writing them down.

Daisy x

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Thawing

The frost held in the breeze and swept over my extremities like an unseen fog.

But between the hours of my waking and becoming awake i saw it recede from the land like a wave on the outgoing tide.

The cold did not concern me because it was met with the radiance and warmth of a newly thawing sun, waking up from what has been a very long winter.

I anticipate the days where the jumpers are shed, no more necessary knitted armor to defend from the cold.

Until then I watch the world from a window, the silence of it all: before humanity finds its feet again and disturbs the sounds of nature.

It’s and the world looks beautiful…no time to waste,

Daisy

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