Day.

Day.

It was a bitter, the mere thought was too daunting and far too traumatizing. It was treading through a bank of quicksand, coiled with barbwire and stitched with spare parts. Grim and dark with only an amber of light to illuminate the frigid valley of desolation. Each minute was carefully marked and accounted for on the smooth canvas,  icy daggers  kept score. A cemetery washed with broken dreams and dashed spirits became a haven,  the days lingered for an eternity. Finally, lightening strike, killing the last bit of misery, self pity, and remorse. From a stagnant , predictable and over run plateau; the mobility came back and the pace forward proceeded. Salt stung, slip into the crevices of the newly minted canvas;  burning and fueling the inner hided prohibitions. A new found sense of discovery and determination arose from the bleakest corners of the valley. Days, now separate and no longer clandestine allowed for emergence.  After a sentence of tribulation, torture, and terror; a world of ravishing revelation and reconstruction, came over the horizon on a brand new day.