Moments appearing that make sense and others that never will.
The sound of knocking from what desires to speak to us.
Certainty clasped tightly to the edges expressing limitations.
Turns out to be a heroic story nonetheless.
Spaces with silence, loudness and composure.
Unsure ground in the dark and the light.
Certainty standing within the hand-outs of familiarity.
Turns out to be a heroic story even so.
Places with gusts from the past, the present, and the hope for tomorrow.
Muddiness impacting a lot of the steps.
Certainty open or closed depending upon the day or the moment.
Turns out to be a heroic story anyways.
The details haven’t been forgotten.
The thoughts haven’t been forgotten.
The feelings haven’t been forgotten.
Turns out to be a heroic story all the same.
Mistakes have anchored along the way.
Storms have entered and left piles of debris.
Words have been spoken, heard, and believed.
Turns out to be a heroic story regardless.
Right and wrong moves that have been made.
Half songs that have been sung half-heartedly.
Smiles that have come from the happy side too.
Turns out to be a heroic story anyhow.
It’s easy to believe that we don’t have anything in common with courage.
To still be together with pieces blending seamlessly into the same locations.
And to be disheartened by the stuff that’s been going around forever.
For what we have done with one, we have continued with the rest.
But strength is attached to us, not the details.
Our perseverance sets the tone, not how the days look.
And brave focuses on what we have and sometimes that’s simply a familiar blue.
Tears live here because the connection between laughter and pain is heroic, but we can’t feel that if we are writing plans within the imaginary edges of happy and unhappy.
Have the best day, POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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