I Like to Write Stories
The ever present struggle to express myself has finally come down to a single word today. It has come down to a song by the composer I love dearly.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MuZQytpLh7g) Hans Zimmer - Time
It has come down to a very distinct maroon color, and dreams of the sunrise flit past my waking eyes. I have kept the faith and I have been healed. My heart beats to an anthem of triumph, my lungs fill with life whose touch I've missed so dearly.
Everything I've prayed for, everything I've experienced lately has come down to a set of emotions easily definable by one word. So I've written it down. The page which began blank and whose blankness was impeccably maintained by my avolition now stands irrevocably blemished by eleven simple letters.
Deliverance. I looked at the word in tears, realizing now its depth. Defined, the word speaks to the action of being rescued or set free. It speaks of an enemy closing in and one whose life is in turmoil. It is synonymous with liberation, with emancipation, and with freedom. It is symbolized by a broken chain. I am no longer bound within the confines of a mind riddled with anguish.
The medication has quieted the cacophony of lies and tomorrow's struggles. It has stilled my ever-anxious mind. Today is the first day of being back to living a life more easily lived and more easily expressible. I am again able to be in the workforce. For once, it's not quite so loud in here. I am Free.
Psalm 55:22
Cast your cares on the Lord
and he will sustain you;
he will never let
the righteous be shaken.
