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The boisterous break bell sounds –
Demanding me to submit to another of its
Melancholy jabs the air from
30 minutes of contemplation:
To sit back by the dark recesses of toxic relationships
and to entangled myself in glossy black lies
Glazed with velvety deception
Only to be thrust deeper into the
swirling chasm of unhappiness
Or to be Bold!
To wear Confidence gleaming of newly minted coins
To embody a sun-bright Valour
To shatter the old habits
And submerge myself in the warm Renewal:
Renewal I’ve found in Jesus!
The break bell rings,
Pleasantly signalling a fresh opportunity.
A Salvation of choice.
I walk towards a welcoming stranger –
Expectant eyes meet mine.
‘Hello, my name is Kels. May I sit with you?’
A friendship sprouts.