whispers

Just as the harshness of the cold prickles against my skin, she touches me, instantly making a warmth flow through me, calming my nervousness, which allows me to breathe.

Her words trickle down the hallow well, whispering…”you’ll be okay,” awakening a droplet of strength that blooms a flower of will.

I cinder, cooling from the fires below, trying not to crumble into ashes.
Sometimes the face of life is ugly, but you must treat it like it were any other. Take the pain caused and create something, don’t let the dabbles distract you from your goal. Take the responsiblity unto yourself and push harder, in the end, you will have success.