letting in the great stillness of sorrow

choosing weapons of determination and perseverance

leaving it all behind; time to move on.

seeing that the tide has turned and oh how different it all becomes

pausing to review when you’re half way there

the pleasure of spinning straw into gold

still bringing different ideas to life.

can’t contain the fire inside – let it pour out

choosing your best foot to put forward

lost for a long time and then being found again

believing that it really is possible

be the warning and be the beacon

strongly taking hold of it and then gently entering

breezes know what walls are for – be like a breeze more

discovering many new ways of connecting