The Dust Arose

As I walked, the dust arose. I contemplated where I had been; the places I had seen and the events I had witnessed. I remembered the fears. I recalled the sorrows. I pushed away the anger and the heartache. The dust continued to arise around me. Within I saw another side. I viewed the shadows; where I retreated to find peace, to seek solitude. It was a place of comfort. Now I realized I was no longer walking in the dark places. I was strolling in the light and the calm was upon me. The dust arose and I had found myself.