•Rose Clinton•

Never Again

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“The two hardest tests on the spiritual road are the patience to wait for the right moment and the courage not to be disappointed with what we encounter.”

Paulo Coelho

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It was a strong black, deeply soulful in the way all absolute things are. It was the sort of black that brought the silent music of the universe so deeply within one's core.

Black.

In the black she could sense herself as a being of love, someone whose soul was a beacon to those seeking safe harbour. She could sense that energy within as a noble force, as something brave and eternal. It was as if in all that black, when all distractions felt away, she was the real her and that "her" was someone far greater and more loveable than she'd ever imagined.

Now as she laid on a soft mattress, blackness was her only companion as laid unconscious. A faint sound of beeping beside her head stood out the most in the room, but one thing still topped, that was the pain.

Throbbing pain in her whole body.

Her