A gradual feeling of assuredness grew in spite of the uncontrollable winds.
Blustery bites of whipping doubt were tossed aside as I moved forward with a sure pace.
I remained focused on the goal. Now, I admit to you, it was more a feeling than visualization.
Hope, that's what I believe I was granted. I was focused on a small feeling that gained strength as I proceeded.
I began to acknowledge the powerful foe of mental estrangement.
That battle was long and yielded to few wounds.
But, nothing prepared me for the sorcery of society that I have yet to become a veteran.
Although, I have laid my fight to rest, my intuition keeps vigil.
I am still here.
Today, and, all the days I am needed.
Hope has found a home in my heart.
I am not crazy.
I am grateful.