Gift of a Morning Heart
Two divergent clouds met, then narrowed into a flattened yet distinctive heart
Nothing but morning sky in the middle,
Converged in the eastern, early morning August sky.
The poised–woman and greyhound–waited, watched
As golden light beams striped the blue above.
A heart on its side, a bit compressed, but open nonetheless
To shifting tints, rising hues, bursting auras.
Then–there–the first arch of glow tipped the inner rim,
Warming to its space.

There–then–gently pushed, slowly slid
Then sighed into settling as if to breathe,
I made it.



In July of 2009, I had an epiphany. For about a month prior, I was emotionally distraught, increasingly depressed and having serious thoughts of drinking again (after 18 years of sobriety).
I struggled to wrap my arms around what could possibly be wrong with me. I had all the trappings of a good life, one others would love to emulate--great job, dream house, traveling for a living, a life mate . . . the list goes on. 





That poem gives me goosebumps! It’s beautiful!