Sunrise

Patience.

But I don’t wait for anything.

Time is the least expendable aspect in my life. Yet while I wring every last drop from each hour of the day, they evaporate during freefall. None collect into my empty glass.

Refocus: optimism…

Is the glass full?

Full of air – the most vital element to my survival.

It’s time I take a sip of what is in my glass.

Just breathe.

But patience is not my strength. 

Oh no, back to pessimism, doubt, insecurities. My muscles tremble when these emotions slink up from the shadows of my mind multiple times a day. They wrap their chilling fingers around pride’s neck… no air, no strength…and the world on my shoulders begins to sway.

I collect the light and shoo them back into the shadows.

But the barriers and obstacles are copius, and as I radiate the light, the shadows take shape behind them. These shadows shelter my negative daemons – the perfect refuge for those cold creatures.

With more light comes more shadows.

I never stop learning.

Refocus: rely on my resources…

I’m losing strength and my world is heading for it’s destructive plummet. As the globe on my shoulders teeters, I intuitively opt to keep the light. Although no drops of time have condensed into my glass, I lift it to my lips and sip.

One deep long draw of air fills my lungs.

Another sip and my chest rises.

I am elevated above the obstacles and my light shines down. The shadows shrink as I gulp the air from my glass.

Like sunrise.

Steady now, I stabilize my grip. I am composed. No more quiver, no more wobble.

With another gulp, the light that emits creates no shadows from this angle high above the barriers. With nowhere to hide, the daemons dissipate.

I am strong.

I am tall.

I am patient.