Something’s coming

Something’s coming

I am standing at the edge of a field. It is green, lush and full of flowers. The air is neither warm nor cold and a slight breece is touching my skin.

This field is full of promise. It is buzzing, humming and whispering about all that is to come.

I wonder what I’m doing here. I look around, but apart from the bees, birds and butterflies, there is knowone here. I am all alone. Staring, standing and trying to understand.

The field is somehow familiar to me. I have seen it before. I know this place. I recognize this feeling. I know. I know.

I know deep down exactly where I’m standing. At the edge of what’s to come. I know that right there, just in front of me, is my field. Full of my promise, my dreams and my love. I know.

I only need to take one step. Just one. And I’ll be there. In the middle of more than I could have ever imagined. Just one step.

But I can’t, I won’t, I….

I am scared. Somehow I fear my happy place. Somehow I resist feeling the love. I want to go, I do. I want to run, I want to dance and I want to smile. I want to.

As I’m standing there at the edge of the field, I see the sun setting. The day is almost gone. I am nervous, sad, but also safe. This is what I know.

I will stay right here, at the edge of love, just a little longer. My time is just around the corner. I’m almost brave enough. Someday, very soon, I’ll take the plunge and run right through.

I just need that little longer.

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