Forgotten field where we once gazed upon starry nights…where only grace filled creatures roam…leaving their tracks across my brokeness.
I hope as a helium balloon they will heal the wrinkles crunched in time that are like a rampant torrent will filled storm destroying me, then the awesomeness of the light penetrates the darkness fervently in my shatteredness like a broken glass, rises hope as the fog that I can too.
Even if its just with grace.
