Coming home
I am first found in nothing. Frozen in fear. Paralyzed from movement. Still like a marble statute. But slowly, I am moved by soft whispers. Embraced by strong hands. My heartbeat harmonizing with a rhymtic melody coming from all around me. I then remembered what it sounds like, to hear whispers from the sky, from across the water, from the sinking sands beneath my feet. I heard those soft whispers again and I remembered what I heard when I listened to
the wind brushing over branches dancing in mid air. What I saw when I watched the leaves rustle in the soft glow of a new morning. Perhaps it is in this moment when I first think to myself, this is a new start.