Putting Parchment To The Side

Gentle waves of emotion come and go on the soft sandy beach of my mind, the sun's warm ray's illuminate the waters surface making it seem as if the oceans themselves are dancing and laughing, the spray of the hills that come at me slowly dampen me in their mist only to be dried up as quickly in the sunshine leaving me every moment fresh and renewed, the sweet smelling breeze that brings the sounds of nature from the distance caresses my senses, the unwavering peace, more filling than any meal pours into me till I overflow.

This quiet respite floods my mind with near forgotten emotion, though full I feel light enough to soar through the sky, to start an endless journey, of which I am the hero! rescuing those who feel as empty, hopeless, and undeserving as I have once felt. This feeling of strength that pulses throughout my very being, my existence cries out to the world, and the world is no longer silent in response, it rallies at my call! I am a warrior! I was forgotten! and I will be remembered! I AM. I WAS. AND I. WILL. BE.