Remember

There was a time when I believed in magic, I believed in love. It was like a classic love story, a soul stirring ballad, traces of poetry by Rumi. I can honestly say I'd never felt that high before. Never loved as much, or as deeply, because it was an answered prayer, a gift bestowed. I was naked, open, connected, whole. For the longest time I'd thought God had looked down at me, and with a smile had said "here it is".

Remember when? No, probably not.

There was a time when I felt pain, I hated love. It was like a Shakespeare tragedy, an angry rock song, tortured pieces of f-you prose. I can honestly say I'd never felt that low before. Never hurt as much, or had been that broken, because it was a reality check, a curse. I was hiding, torn, closed, shattered. For the longest time I'd looked up at God, and with tears in my eyes, had asked "why is it?".

Remember that? No, probably not.

Now is the time when I can reflect. My faith in love is renewed. I'm inspired by a flowing waterfall that washes my worries away. I'm glowing from the sun kissing my skin. Here in this garden of life, I've released all my frustrations. I can honestly say I've never felt more at peace before. Never hoped as much, because I'm done with the pain. It's a healing, a treasure. I'm ready for change, moving on, preparing to dance again. Now I can look up at God and ask "Where is it?". And when he answers "Soon", I believe... I believe.

Remember me? One day you will.