awakened

“You have many choices.

You can choose forgiveness over revenge, joy over despair.

You can choose action over apathy.”

-Stephanie Marston

“Oh,” she gasped.

She drew a breath

of that crisp and salty air.

In front of her lay

The plunge she had planned

 yet her mind was fixed in a stare.

Her eyes stopped to marvel at the waves that crashed down

dispersing

all sense of calm.

Her heart caught a glimpse

of the suns reaching rays

and she slowly stretched out her arm.

Her mind had been made

but now all resolve,

 like the cliffs below that had crumbled

Fell down in a heap

leaving edges steep.

She was left shaken, in awe and humbled.

She lifted her eyes

to the heavens - greyed

from the storm that seemed to be waiting

and prayed to God

(who she hoped still cared),

her mind and her heart deeply aching.

She took a step back

and again. And again

and something seemed to be lifted –

a burden of guilt,

of hardship and hurt

was gradually being shifted.

The clouds gave way

to a torrent so sweet, that

though vicious, wrapped her in embrace.

Soaked to the soul

by the awe of it all

she begged and appealed to grace.

Finding the path

that had taken her here

she retraced the steps she had taken

And as the clouds dispersed

and the curtains drew back,

she found she had awakened.