In the resolving heat of the approaching evening I sighed. Not like me to find despair in general content, but the weight of tomorrow’s expectations pressed in heavily upon my resounding indifference. As the smile returned in the envelope of protective peace the causes for which I fought increased in resilience and fortitude. We all face the specters of failure and remorse but those who find victory in advance of its visage tend to dictate the levels of darkness allowed in their presence. Overwhelmed for some is invitation for finding that overdrive gear to others. The passing moments do not own title to my attitude. I alone choose to be afraid or sad and in this instance I engage the machinery or happiness and joy staring directly into the dangers of morning’s rise.

What will the dawn ask of us? What stretching, curvature or adaptation will we employ to find our way in the desperate deluge? The siege comes whether we run, stand against it or fall we shall face the enemy’s rage. The story is not yet written though the courage that left our hearts as the trumpets sound bids us believe all is over and done. Where will they find that one man with ambition, pride or envy larger than the life that seeks his own? Who will march forth into the fray ten times larger than his ability to withstand knowing that something beyond self must exist for heroes to be made and named? Who will believe in an outcome yet written? Who will stay the stage til the curtains draws to close? In what will they find a heart stout enough to silence the ravenous cries in the dark?

Free will my connection to hope drawing all courage from somewhere unknown I plough on through the fields of my destiny. In growth, submission and passionate discourse I come upon the apples of gravitational discovery. Failing to breathe as I take it all in the horizon feeds my hunger for the beautiful. Longing for something I’ve yet to locate I double my efforts searching the ground, forest and sky for tangible evidence or clue. Renewed in the frequent reflection upon victory I change my opinions regarding those things I once thought were treasure. And measure my days, long and winding as they are by the beats of my heart made to skip at their contemplation. The importance of things and those which may be discarded for loss of clinging.