walls

I can feel it wash over the walls. The new space - like I’m hovering in between two worlds, and I’ve realized what I needed to learn from it. And not only have I learned the lessons, but I’ve saturated myself in them, pushing through them, until I’m coated, and ready to shed.

I see my feet upon wooden floors and there’s a sense of calm like never before. The walls here encapsulate, like a chrysalis, like a cocoon I needed. And it no longer feels right. Or necessary.

It feels like a story book that I put down a few months back.

I’m glad it stretched me, and brought me grace, and brought me to him.