As with so many other ghosts I feared, its ominous
fireworks display and concerto of cymbal crashes once moved me to hide and
cower, but no more.
I know with one mighty stroke of its crooked hands my heart
would beat no more, but a long and fulfilled life dispels any notions of worry;
do as you must you stooped and crackling wizard.
As with so many other fears, the future and its looming uncertainty
call to me like the wind from a mighty storm; yet I am determined to see those
fears as no more than irritations; they only yield the power that I grant them.
This newly born resistance to fear is driven by the realization
that I am much stronger than I once was; more capable and able to construct or
rebuild whatever is set before me in steadfast confidence.
The fears that once held me captive now slink away with nothing to show since I am no longer a viable candidate for emptiness;
other weaker vessels must be pursued.
As with so many other worried souls, I once believed that I
was powerless, but now my reflection is coming into focus; the lessons I
learned from traversing my treacherous paths now energize and refresh my aching feet.
When the night is dark and the rumbling that stirs in distant
retreating formations slowly fades into tomorrow, I smile to know that the
storms of my yesterday now give way to the clear skies that warm my face as I confront the
coming day with virtue and resolve.
