Dawning Creations

“How I became emotionally shackled and who has threw away my key, I’ll never know.
When I found myself alone and even now, when I’m with myself in these silent and very salient mornings, I can let loose and be myself.
I’m continuing to lessen my silence, lessen my solitary entrapment. I’m changing so I can break free from these chains. The how isn’t as important to me now. All that matters now, is knowing that I am changing and metamorphosing into a higher state of consciousness. This state of consciousness will be the one I achieve knowing I can survive the sorrow and loss, and find the beauty in the struggle of surviving it all. ”- Brittny Lee

I awaken to a silent room.
Even the black cat is dreaming.
It was Tuesday morning.
I was sick and home from work.
I coughed and rolled over and my mom burst into my room.

“Grandpa is in the emergency room again,
he can’t breath,” she cries.
She leaves to start the car.
We’d be driving over shortly, me, wearing a mask so as not to pass germs.
My cat meowed abruptly,
and pressed himself to me in a warm fur filled cuddle.
I pull him to me, and let myself cry.