The Sun That Waits

I’ve overcome mountains. 

Which has given me 

this sense of hope.

A rising phoenix from the ashes 

that is truly stepping into love within myself.

The thought that crept in 

unexpectedly, 

like the warm breeze 

that sweeps in 

through your window

in the summer time.

Or the days in winter 

when you’re able to 

open your window.

Where you smile to yourself

as the cool winter breeze 

hits your face.

I’ve resurrected myself 

from the shadows

I once saw as

enticing, and now—

all I want 

is to reach the sun

that waits for me.

But first there’s 

a new mountain

I must climb first. 

The breeze urges me 

towards the radiant sun as

the leaves dance around me.

Maybe I’m closer than I think—

to the resonance of my soul

Though,

the mist is lifting

because I realize,

I think I’ve already 

been living it for awhile. 

My former prayer 

is becoming my reality.