Once again, she wept. Why did sorrows continue to stalk her? Why was her heart always in such agony?
Tears flowed effortlessly and she let them. She’d read that sometimes one needs a good cry, but how many more of these ‘good sobs’ would she have to bear?
Halfway home, she’d stopped and sat down on a bench as the sun dipped below the horizon. As the night sky took over, the solitary lamp behind her flickered and she was bathed in yellow light.
She suddenly felt very vulnerable, as if she was literally under the spotlight for her life’s failures in front of the whole world to see and judge.
She started to rise, when the lamp post flickered once again and she was plunged into abrupt darkness.
Relieved, she remained sitting, when a gentle light shone down upon her and she looked up to see the silvery moon emerge, as the thick clouds floated slowly away. Then, tiny twinkles appeared and as she sat gazing heavenward, suddenly her heart felt lighter and her tears dwindled.
She let the soft breeze caress her face, gave a shaky smiled and murmured, “Onwards and upwards.”
She wouldn’t be giving up just yet.