In this new place there is no room for bitterness. Bitterness is a dead man’s grave-clothes. I have cast off all my grave-clothes  for good. The last vestiges, which hung on to me by a thread, have fallen at my feet and bitterness is eradicated once and for all. From here on out I see ahead only as far as the lamp I carry allows me to. I have caught glimpses of my future. I carry with me postcards , snap shots of it and when I look at those, I smile because I know I’m headed there for sure. Perhaps that is my only certainty in this new place; my assurance of a better future than the current present and that is enough to comfort me and keep me on this path that is taking me there. Every sunset I see differently now. Sunsets now mean that I have overcome another day. This day has passed into tomorrow. The sun setting on today can only mean one thing: That my future draws closer and that is exciting.

Who awaits me in my future?

Eva Santiago © 2012