I pray;

You find clarity in solitude.

Healing through pain.

Freedom past resistance.

Peace in letting go.

I hope;

you fall, hard.

Skinned knees and aching joints

Crawling in the mud and rocks, sharp branches and dead leaves

Blood rushing from your broken and battered vessels

Clawing at the unreliable earth before you

Unable to maintain your footing on solid ground.

When you reach that space, that place;

exhaustion setting in,

failure is imminent,

your resolve to go on, faltering.

Fight.

Fight until there is no more.

Until you beg for mercy.

Only then will it BE time.

I see;

Death is upon you now.

With your last ounce of strength, and one final surge,

roll onto your back,

palms up, heart open,

surrender to it;

Transition.

First, light gives way to darkness.

Suffer (blindness).

Then, night concedes to the day.

Let go (allow).

Rebirth.

So I hope;

I hope you fall down.

Are swallowed whole

by fear,

roll around in resentment,

and tumble down the mountain of resistance

(Contrast)

For you will rise with the sun of a new day

With a truth.

With the truth…

I pray.