By LORA BUNCH
Standing on the edge of a new dawn with bated breath. I can’t distinguish between excitement and anxiousness for they both beat so loudly.
I can feel it rising inside of me like an eruption smoldering as it rolls and rises to fruition.
Closing my eyes and inhaling a long deep breath the heaviness seems to leave me upon the slow exhale I longed for.
Patience has long been my nemesis and even more so when the outcome is to be so phenomenal.
The elated depths of my soul sing loudly for after a dark hibernation the long awaited destination of the next plateau of my journey has broken through.