I wrote this today 🙂 We are all in this together ❤
UNICORN
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Somewhere in the woods is a unicorn.
Rare.
Beautiful.
Magical.
Forgiving.
We search for her in what seems like vain,
but that is not the case.
She sees us searching, exploring,
for that one glimpse.
Just one momentary glimpse means that
our hopes and dreams are still within us as we fight against the iron of our cages.
Hope. So much hope.
But what we don’t know is that when we turn from the woods,
she is watching us.
Watching our hope fade, watching our flame die, and she will not have that.
Not on her watch.
With our gazes turned from her, she does something so beautiful.
She touches her glowing horn to the ground
and soon the ground begins to glow and sparkle and warm to her magic.
That magic spreads far outside the forest.
It touches everything.
And then the magic does something wondrous and breathtaking.
It infuses within us as we sleep.
When we wake, we do not look into the woods for her.
No. We no longer have it within us to search for her with false hope.
But as our weary eyes take in the world around us, we see something.
A sparkle. A strange, curious sparkle that seems to emanate from those around us.
In the hands that heal us.
In the words that comfort and bring peace.
In the actions taken to better ourselves and better our hurting world.
We stop suddenly, in whatever we are doing, and we watch in wonder.
A spark lights within us.
Of hope, of wonder.
We suddenly see what we could not in those deep, shadowy woods.
We see her.
That legendary creature with so much magic and we realize that we had been searching
in the wrong place.
Unicorns move all around us, spreading magic and hope.
They beckon us to hold onto that hope, to allow it to grow and to fight to keep the magic lit.
To keep the world moving, to better it, to better ourselves.
There was once a unicorn in the woods.
Rare.
Beautiful.
Wondrous.
Her magic has been sprinkled upon the world—a gift.
We can find her in the hands that heal us,
in the words and actions of those around us.
And if we look in the mirror, no matter our disheveled state,
we can see her magic within ourselves.
Hope rekindles,
and that wild, wondrous magic is reborn.
The unicorn is no longer in the woods.
She is us.
Haunted October 