The Door Inside
This piece was written at the moment I found my way back to myself.
I always imagined this day would come. It’s here and even though I knew this moment would happen, it still feels surreal.
It has happened, my happy ever after has arrived. Following so many years of being in survival mode, this open door brings such bliss, true balance and harmony.
Opening this door not only shines such a magical light, it epitomizes dreams becoming reality.
My reality as I see it right now with this door wide open, is me walking on the beach, my feet beautifully placed in the golden sand as I take my steps.
The sun is shining on my face and neck. As the sunlight penetrates my skin, I get this feeling of sheer warmth inside my soul. I appreciate this moment, so much so, because as this feeling of warmth takes over my body, I smile. My smile not only stems from the warmth of the sun but also the warm of walking hand in hand with my love. I glance at him as he too glances at me, realizing how present I was in that moment, just appreciating the little things in life. We both smile and continue imprinting our footsteps in the sand, just being at one with each other, nature and best of all our two dogs, Joey and Bella.
A beach walk to remember.
Written by Charmaine
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