Dawning Creations

Tugging under , blissful surrender.

The hail pounds, whirlpool twisting and tugging us deeper within. No matter, I release my breath. It was tight, dead air, holding too much in my chest, in my throat.

Blissful surrender to the serenity within the chaos.

I’ve been wrong. This was never hell. I just couldn’t feel all the love, all the harmony. Like a fool, I panicked. I couldn’t grasp the concept.

I. Was. Always. Loved.