Sunday Secret

renewThe blue, blue, blank sky speaks to me on certain afternoons and reminds me that the vastness of it all far outweighs my piddly, constricted worries.

How far it goes. My ingrained neurosis is stifled in the face of that unending blankness.

It’s clear and forever and this is the thing that gets me thinking about how steadfast I am when I am clinging to the smallness of my own world.

I try to stand up straighter, taller, as if a string were attached to the top of my head, reaching up toward the space that’s provided beyond my own obstructed view of things.

All I know is that it is there, above me, around me, tempting me to let go of any one of the small things I cling to.

I act like I know what the deal is but, in reality, I have been trying to reach my chest up into the blue effervescence in order to give over the tangled strangly things that have kept me tethered to the ground, like so many heartaches and even more open denials that turn away from the prospect of absolute and true renewal.

Happy Easter, Happy Free Starting Over,
Frederica Fresh

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