I have nearly lost the life inside my body on multiple occasions, yet I feel I’m waiting for the next sign of life beaming like the sun rises and the clouds separate to reveal the brightness.
I can only imagine my smile beaming like that strong glow.
The day will come.
Until then, I’ll deal with the fog. The unknown. The moments that, although I can’t choose to replay over and over for the sake of my own happiness, may be the moments that I can look back on with a heart full of joy and reflect on the journey since.
Perhaps happiness is in the moments that can be looked upon and a genuine feeling of accomplishment felt that make the lifeless, hopeless, burdening days worth it.
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