Aryn Werezak – Honourable Mention
Where thought of creating is filled with a dread
Once upon a time the sky was the limit
Hope was abounding with nothing to dim it
When was the change that turned my day grey
Now a mountain before me to my utter dismay
Over its summit my path was to lead
To seek out my passions with a very great need
The strength to step up was difficult to find
I reached out a hand and was held from behind
Determined I set my face to the task
With one way to go and one voice to ask
“Help me to climb this mountain of dread
To not just roll over and stay in my bed.
Help me discover my passions anew
To find a new joy in all that I do.”
Step after step I began my great climb
Nearing the summit with a chill in my spine
What would I find when I reached the tall peak
Would it make my heart stop, would it be what I seek
How my heart longed to soar with desire
To shake off lethargy and be free of the mire
To have a light burning as it did long ago
To reach for the heavens, limitations forgo
I stepped to the summit, breathed in the fresh air
Felt the wind on my face so gentle and fair
A light was then lit, so fierce in my eye
A new hope within, I felt I could cry
Into the valley of rest and refreshing
I stripped off old clothes and began a redressing
I caught a new dream as it dared to pass by
A passion within me, a feeling to fly
And fly then I did, that very same day
Reaching dream upon dream in a brand new way
Creativity restored, my gift given back
With God as my head I had nothing to lack
A smile then formed on my uplifted face
A sigh of contentment, an enveloping embrace
My joy was reborn, so true and so bright
Not even the sun, compared to it’s light
