2011

About my year and the ability for life to go on even though I may be struggling.

There are times in life
when the past hangs in the air,
and fogs the mirror,
causing reality to blur.

I've said goodbye
to one in death;
to many in life;
to one in love;
to all hope…
but a mustard seed.

I look in the fogged mirror…
and see only a part of myself.
I try to look back and find
where I lost myself.
Again.

I rest my head in darkness
and stir in sunlight.
And repeat…
with pieces of me left
in yesterday's struggles…
making today's
a bit harder to endure.

Yet, I'll wake again.
Tomorrow.
With the pieces that remain,
in the palm of my hand,
next to the mustard seed.
And remind myself…
life is going on.