Shadows and Gold: A Soulful Performance

The quiet before the memory begins to speak. When I think about what came

to pass in my past, it feels like a heavy fog lifting slowly off

the ocean. Every choice I made, every shadow I cast,

stays with me in the quiet moments of the night. All the great

dreams and expectations we held so high, they are fading now like old

summer stations under a vast and changing sky, leaving us with the truth of

who we are. I held the hurt until it turned to gold inside my chest.

It is a story of healing that needs to be told, a quiet journey