Release the Sound

I decided to let fear move in.

My new roommate gave lies  permission to come and build a fortress around my house where all things dark and scary could hide with me.

I thought it was safe. It was far away from wide, open, unknown space.

But bad things grow in the dark, and before I knew it the hide away was an incubator.  It grew:

Sickness

Poverty

Depression

Pain

Fear protected, nurtured, and scared death to grow.  I wanted to get out so badly, but the terror of what was outside was superglue, and I was stuck.

I had to do something, so I sat in the dark and started an excavation of my heart. The rocks and rubble were dry and heavy.  I wanted to quit, but the graveyard stench was overwhelming; I was suffocating so I had to keep going. I dug past the hard soil until I felt the the shovel strike the hidden treasure.  The vibration of the impact created a sound.

The sound formed waves and crashed over me with measure, rhythm and tempo and swelled with glorious melody.  The rising hope ignited and burned the cheap house of lies to the ground.

Can you hear it past the agony and desperation? It's there, the uniquely composed masterpiece of emancipation.  It conducts through the underground and leads the way along the carved path to freedom.

It's the song of longing

The prelude to a miracle.