Through tears again this morning, I see breaks in the clouds. Lines of color playing off the flakes of snow. Damp ground smelling like the promise of Spring. Of hope. Of something beautiful yet to come. I can only hope, and wait and see. I can only love those around me a little more dearly, hold them a little closer still. I can listen to the birds, and wait.
My heart goes on beating in broken and jagged beats, and through each beat more tears come. This is how it is most days.
Love, sadness, hope…..glass sharp pain and velvet soothing.
All at once. Here. Now.
I don’t belong here.
Words that must be heard 