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Life had her through a tunnel,
She breathed the cold air in
Small, uncertain steps.
Through a bend
The bend of a new season
A season of red
She wanted to walk away from it all
She looked to the left,
Saw promise, a springing forth but held back
The season beckoned
Yet she stood
The season dressed her
Yet she stood
Unwavering,
In need of something more
Too many disappointments registered
Accusations,
Logical discussions
Colored leaves everywhere
With a promise of a new dawn
A dawn of a new era
She perceived it not
Yet the bible she believes
Knows that all creation groans and waits for the manifestation of the true sons of God
But her pain was at the centre
The new season could wait
Let go, a whisper is heard in the wind
Who is that? She demands
All things work together for your good…surrender, more whispers
Let go
Her back straightens
Her face lights up
Color retraces her steps into her life
Color marks her
She is surrendered
Ready to give in, lean in
The weight of her pain fell off
She turns the other cheek.