As I fought my way through the thorns, binding brambles snagged my skin.
Pierced and scratched, red glistening droplets fell to the ground, each filled with a darkened hope, uncut gems preciously forming in the dappled light.
With each step a pathway appeared beneath my feet, violent slashings of the machete parted the brambles before me.
I tantalisingly heard a voice calling me onward, a trumpet sounding in the distance, the promise of things yet to come.
My burning heart was on fire, pushing me forward, tear-stained eyes filled me with colours of hope for what is yet to be.
Still the snagging, cruel thorns, ripped at my body, attacking mercilessly from every angle, but my flaming heart propelled me forward.
Droplets continued to fall, sowing and casting resplendent rubies…..rubies that glistened, multiplying gems of hope falling behind as I journeyed.
Creativity, fearlessness, perseverance, extravagance, precious stones honed out of adversity, touching the lives of those that followed.
Gems of hope and hearts on fire.
It’s time to live again
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