“Of the steel from the holy sword my pen and theirs became.”
Iridescent Skies Kaleidoscope Clouds is a map through gray kisses, an inclement of my tears, and shadows the skies above resembled through the darkness in its craving to riddle hail towards the one that holds the broken umbrella. To be able to go back through time with hope in one hand, and staying within the present holding onto the guise of faith with the other. This book is looking out towards the skyline of the future, knowing the girl I both will and will no longer be. Through the sphere that upholds heaven turning ashen, within this last journey before the iridescence that not only follows me home, but becomes the four walls I can call bliss forever; I have learned to paint the sky blue again. Through the stormy shatter of my mind, I have learned who and what to become thankful and look towards; instead of dreading the amassed lessons the pockets in my raincoat have collected. I embrace the calm within no tempest that will hinder my brokenly healed body. No more shadows of darkness render me immobile. I can now stifle the fear that swirled around the clouds above me and whispered out in prayer towards the angels to turn their wings towards me. To pray instead of shielding both of our eyes closed. As I make my way with one page and one pen at a time, through the heaven sent gift I was always meant to find in my life. To find my voice, hear the call towards glory, and more than anything heal my soul and story. Within this final memoir of a journey together, set your timers for the tissues we won’t have to take with us, because the aura of angels above will wait no longer. They are here, just around the next corner to stay. To impart light, and show us the healing of rainboots and a heart once it turns blue; how to weather the most beautifully tragic of storms that will ultimately turn into splendor.
