I was broken, divided in two. Without direction, not knowing who the person was looking up at me from puddles on the ground.

The autumn wind swirled around me, my mind confused like the surface on the lake, rippled no longer calm.

Over mountains covered in the winter’s snow, and through valleys dark and cold, I feared I had lost my way.

As pastures new beckoned, I drew on my strengths, and opened the gate that barred my way. The landscape was now visible, and the horizon no longer hazy.

Spring flowers adorned the path in front of me, helping to heal my soul as I ventured on a journey of discovery.

Gathering richness from the forest floor, and with the protection of the canopy above, I once again found beauty in the birdsong that surrounded me.

The reflection in the puddles, after the summer’s rain, now belongs to me, and makes me proud that I had the courage to walk through the open gate.

I can once again smile, as the sun’s rays shine down upon my face, and trust the stars that twinkle in the dark of night will guide me, as I continue my journey in life.