Sky Surge

I stop in transition, gaining momentum in the stillness of the night. Time freezes for a second before allowing gravity to pull my heavy heart through the pit of my stomach like a power surge. I kneel down in awe of its wrath.

I turn the page on my calendar, a portrait of fulfillment as I scan months long ago past. It seems like only yesterday I was drowning in liquid misery, but today I feel something that even words can't touch.

Kalyn in the sky with diamonds.

I no longer need to know anything at all, except that

I am.