I have found again that lost friend of my memory. At one time I felt as though all of my thoughts and actions of recent history were commonplace. As I look back, I see the devastation of my heart had an affect on my sanity.
The great joys and excitement I experienced are once again peeking through the cracks of reality. My mind and heart race with glee at the expectation of the next conquering experience.
How was this joviality so easily laid to rest? I realize that my spirit is not as strong as I one predicted. My enthusiasm was as vulnerable as a sheep in the wilderness without a shepherd. How long had my arrogance developed to the point of misinterpreted insensibility? I am thankful for my experiences, for I have been shown that my pride and self-confidence is a mask that can be easily removed.
I feel as though I have found an old friend who has randomly found his way into my doorway. I immediately recognize this excitement and elation that had for so long been hiding behind the injurious memories of the departure of my loved one.
My mind reacts again as if rejuvenated by youthful fortune. Goals begin to arise and my drive seems to be unlimited. My imagination is fueled with thoughts of conquest. I surmise that in the depressed state of my past persona, the Consoler would not place a greater amount of defeat upon me that that which I could manage. He has allowed these lost companions of mine to rest while the rehabilitation of my soul was further into completion.
I accept this turn onto the proper path and scan the horizon for additional positive emotions that have been hibernating in my soul. One step at a time… I will rebuild my fortress of accountability, but all the while, as with the walls of Jericho, realizing that without the proper prospective, the realignment of my soul can be a mere trumpet blast away.
Shannon R Killman
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