Therapy Bits

In the still hush of dawn,

where shadows stretch and yawn,

I stand on the precipice of tomorrow,

eyes wide, heart untethered,

as dreams flicker like fireflies,

dancing just beyond reach.

The horizon whispers secrets,

unknown paths woven in threads of hope,

each step a brushstroke on the canvas of time,

colors blending, bleeding,

a mosaic of uncertainties and possibilities.

I breathe in the scent of fresh beginnings,

the earth moist with potential,

and every pulse quickens,

with the rhythm of a heartbeat

that echoes through the corridors of time,

carrying the weight of all that is yet to come.

There are questions painted in the sky,

clouds sculpted into faces I once knew,

who wave gently,

their laughter mingling with the wind,

reminding me that every ending

hugs the start of something new.

I reach out to the future,

fingertips grazing the edge of infinity,

where stars hide and giggle,

and the cosmos spins stories,

waiting for us to listen,

to dive deep into the unknown,

casting our hopes like nets into the sea.

What will we find in the depths?

What treasures await among the tides?

I cast my heart forward,

not just as a wish,

but as a compass,

pointing true north

through storms and stillness alike.

And in this moment, I am filled

with the weightless grace of possibility,

for the future holds my name,

and I step into its embrace,

fear tangled with exhilaration,

ready to unfold like a sail,

catching the winds of change.

Written in response to Sue and Gerry’s weekend challenge, the word this week is ahead.

https://weeklyprompts.com/2024/10/19/weekly-prompts-weekend-challenge-ahead/