I was a human once.
I lived, I breathed, I knew who I was.
It was somewhere between where husband number one left me a puddle on the floor and husband number two decided I wasn’t enough.
Maybe I’m not.
Maybe they’re not.
I’m not qualified to say.
Tonight, I’m thinking I am beyond expectations and they are the fault.
Regardless, I’m here with the pieces.
Pieces are a funny thing. They fall in random intervals. They collide with ideals. They stick themselves in places you didn’t see coming.
But you hang on, groping for tomorrow because maybe it will be better and maybe peace can be found.
Maybe, instead of the ideal that someone will rescue me, I can find solace in me and my faith and the promise of tomorrow. I am tired.
I’m tired of picking up pieces and expecting gold.
Still, I am an optimist. I believe in tomorrow.
But today is real and I need to feel it to gather the gold.
So I struggle and rest in the same breath.
I am me and for tonight, that is enough. Tomorrow may be another story.
Shine when the darkness covers.
Shine when you can’t find light.
Today is a day gone…tomorrow is eternity, so live!!!!
Random thoughts from the lost and tired.
Bring the thunder and the light will follow…at least that’s the hope.