Becoming The Sun

Becoming The Sun

By: Stacy Day

Introduction:

Now. . . .

It is Time to Become The Sun.

This is My Life Story on Becoming.

There isn’t anything else to. . .

Fear

Destroy

Defeat

The Utopia of . . . .

My Joy Garden has grown.

The Castle in My Mind is built.

The Resilience is established.

The Hope is Blossoming.

The Love is Blowing.

The Brighter Days that stared at to have. Those days have arrived. At the start of My Journey to recover My Mind’s Joy Garden. To be able to remember the joyful memories that feel like a warm blanket. All those memories are back. They surround me like Ghosts in The Garden.

As enjoy The Castle in My Mind. Enjoy The Beautiful Joy Garden. It Cozy in here. The melodies play. The movies’ role. The memories play. The forgotten laughs and smiles. Remembered.

The Trauma Graveyard is done. The graves and tombs have been dug on. It’s locked in The Enchanted Forest. The Memories needed were pulled from The Memory Woods. We do not need venture out into The Enchanted Forest.

I picked myself up from my sorrow. The lost of The Queen Mother. She is at rest. Her ghost follows in the halls. All The Guardians in My Galaxy are enjoying the fruits of the hard work.

Recovering My Mind. Saved my life. The Traumas healed. The invisible wounds mended. All there is to do is relax.

Understand the empty seat across the table.

Sitting empty.

Only showing flashes of his memory. Throughout the years of his face. His memory holds The Throne. The memories I forgot. All I can is see now. That with every blink of my eye. There flashes a new memory. Haunting me in my own castle.

As I stand up from a Golden Statue. Gain a smile from him never coming. As I find my legs after grief of losing My Mom. Repair and settle from My Prince being away. Find stability in self of The King never appearing.

Brighter Days are here. Every echo heard gives a haunting hint that he feels the same. The River of Peace is flowing. The Flowers grown. The Waves are crashing. The Mountains have burst up through the soils. The Skies are Orange with promise. The Trees have grown big and strong. The fires within are burning.

As we stare up at the sky. Looking up in the promise promises falling down. Surrounding The Joy Garden. The fear and doubt of a missing king. Running scared from the hope. Those promises are surrounding The Kingdom.

The townsmen don’t believe The Queen.

The Promises are for her to know.

She will keep her secrets.

Prepare for The Becoming.

I Am the Sun.