I sit here in the waiting room, thoughts fill my mind
What will the doctor say? Am I OK? Will I be fine?
So many years of ups and downs, my health has been a mess
I glance around and my eyes rest upon a painting
Immediately I recognize it - a beautiful Monet
Before I know it I am transported to another time, another place
I am now the woman standing on the boat, dressed in my Sunday finest,
looking like I haven't a care in the world
Gone are the aches; gone are the pains; the braces and wheelchair no longer exist
As I stand upon the rowboat I can feel the waters move beneath me
Such a peaceful feeling overwhelms me as I look about
The sky above is such a soothing blue
Clouds fill the sky-so white and so billowing
I hear them calling out to me "Stop and take a rest"
Looking down, I see the ripples upon the water forming a sea of sparkling stars
If I look deeply into the water I can see its transition into darkness
I stop and listen intently to the noises of the lake
I lean over the edge in hopes that the sounds will become clear
Slowly my mind begins to comprehend the noises coming from the darkness
The depths of the lake are calling out to me
Asking me to drop all my cares and sorrows into the water
Once dropped into the darkness the creatures of the deep will nibble away
at my sorrows until they no longer exists
The sparkling stars reach up to me urging me to drop them in
But how do I know my sorrows won't escape and come back to haunt me?
I listen very carefully and the answer jumps out at me
Without hesitation I drop my sorrows on top of the sparkling stars
and watch as they are pushed down deeper into the darkness
The weight that I once bore in carrying those sorrows helps them sink
deeper and deeper until at last they hit bottom
Mud and muck surround them, encasing them never to let them rise again
I feel a burden lifted off my shoulders
I feel lighter than I did just moments ago
A smile creeps upon my face as I feel a sense of peace filling my body
In the distance I hear my name being called
It's time to drift back into the real world-a little wiser for the wait
I sit here in the waiting room, thoughts fill my mind
What will the doctor say? Am I OK? Will I be fine?
No longer do I worry, no longer do I stress
Now when life begins to weigh me down, I close my eyes
and drift off into...
the "Magic of Monet"
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