My temptation is to hide away in the looming shadow that reaches out to overwhelm me, to bathe in darkened whispers and to wallow in creeping adversity. I cannot escape the longing to take a taste of the poison, a deadly hemlock, the shade of night that seeks to silence me. Death enticingly calls me by name, offering me an escape, providing me with the excuse I need to obediently retreat and to quietly hide away.
Yet, in my soul there is life still to be lived, a song still to be sung and a canvas to be painted; until my very last breath there is another way.
Do I wait for healing to fall before I return to the fight and to be true, or do I in unmatched colour give what only I can give and stand where only I can stand?
For only then can healing truly flow, as I rejoin the battle and take my place with the thousands who have gone before; every broken breath a wonder, the very heartbeat
Life, life, life
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