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Then,
I was lost within myself,
surrounded by the dark,
trees and forest
pressing in against me
as I looked for a way out,
a way through the veil
of constant sadness and fear
that I carried within me.
When the doctor gave the diagnosis,
part of me died,
that light called hope,
carried within me since January,
went out with a small
poof!
Also Then,
after months inside the forest,
I could tell you the differences
between all the trees,
spot the glint of black water
that ran throughout,
show you some of the creatures
living within the branches of the trees.
Sometimes, it was the birds
that would draw blood,
other times if was the trees themselves.
They had taken so much from me,
blood and spirit, magic and bone,
it was a wonder I had any
left.
After,
I began to hate the trees
and what they had taken.
I looked out at the mountain
that had become my life
and I knew that I would have to
learn to climb it, scale it,
conquer it.
I knew that I would have to
Rely on my strength and courage,
I would take back every last breath,
every piece of my chalice,
and I had given the forest,
so that I could find the
light.
Now,
I stand on top of the mountain
looking at how far
that I have come.
The mountain is surrounded
by those I love,
everything that I have created,
all the paths that I have followed
to bring me to this moment.
As I am blessed by the sun
and caressed by the wind against my skin,
I realise that the light I was craving
comes from within and shines outward.
I look to what will come next on this journey,
knowing that all I have to do is sparkle on.
I begin the descent towards the people who love me,
knowing that I am no longer
alone.