A Statue that dissolved one grain at a time

a new essence should start being more apparent. More stable and optimistic than the nature of the past. Ten years ago is the point at which I started closing down not yet realizing that I was letting my self gradually filter away, like a sand timer grain by grain, filtering away like dust slowly molding from the original form of substance to move through a small space to accommodate a new smaller form.
Willingness can dismantle mighty structures. Willingness can offer the oceans to part, holding great bodies of water back so that a stroll in the unimaginable could happen. Even if I was capable of holding back the walls of water, for the sake of the whim of the stroll of the great one. That great one was my husband and I did act as it if he walked on water, mainly because I was not willing to acknowledge and realize my own power. What ever there is of substance I see the future as a place where that substance is purely mine and can flourish.