Comfort will come later.
Today I have have realized that my footing is on different ground, firm but familiar, only doubt blinds the truth. My eyes have yet adjusted to the new surroundings, but the heart takes root. Although it seems the same my doubtful thoughts shadow the beauty. The air has yet to release the stale past and I refuse to exhale but, I do know I have returned home.
I only need to believe. I have arrived all will land in it’s rightful place. I take a deep breath and remember the journey past and that I only need the lessons not pain “only take what you can carry” the past whispers. The boundaries of my mind begin to erase years of restriction and freedom alas, my imagination lives.
I may not know where exactly I am or even sure of the next move but, I live and breath in the here and now and my spirit knows, the heart does not lie it is resurrectioned in truth. I am home, the comfort will soon arrive and I will welcome it as for now I smile at the blurred image of home.
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