As the day dawns, and uncertainty greets my morn, I dream of stillness. I ponder obscurities suddenly made clear. I wonder, as the light loses its haze, will today be the day that I find peace?
I brush the dust out of my eyes and blink back sorrow.
Flashbacks flutter, as if screened on the wall by a silent projector, who puts a finger to their lips. Be quiet, and watch.
I watch the slides and as like days before, marvel that I continue to beat my drum. I march to my own tune, walk to my own beat, sing to my own song.
Because one day, the clouds will clear and the dawn will break. The ocean in all her majesty will crash down and waves will lap at my feet. I will find my flicker of peace.
I am like the sidewalk beneath my shoes; cracked in some places, smooth and worn in others. Yet, still carrying on, going where I need to be. Still steady, still beating my own drum.
Today might be the day, that the muddled thoughts of yesterday will finally clear. It might be in a year or two. But my flicker of peace is within my grasp, like a candle still burning long into the night.
And I refuse to let my light go out.