rain

April is a month of rain, water,new life, and new starts.Hope is the quicksilver flash of rain in the sky.hope is hard to hang on to, as slippery as rain running through your fingers.hope make itself known in the oddest places, oddest ways.  sometimes hope is not what it first appears to be but if you wait long enough you will see.  Somebody once told me the most important people in your life are often the ones you never expected to meet.the person you literally run into walking around the corner of the building.



or in my case the man who robbed me of the ability to spell coherently merely because He was trying to tell me thank you for being helpful.rarely have I ever had to make myself stay in one spot.looking back, I find it funny that I reminded myself of a skittish horse.

I eventually lost my fear of Him and in  place of the fear is now hope.hope that I can rise out of the wreck that has become my life and start again on my own terms.  For the first time in a while I wake in the morning happy, because even if it sucks right now, it won't forever.there is light at the end of the tunnel if I can make it to the end.  This time I will make it.
On bended knee,
Silver