Triumph

Sometimes I am not enough.

This life, this crazy life, takes a team. It takes the love of people, the power of prayer, the release of tears, and moments wrapped in minuteshoursdays wrapped in hope for the future.

Help. How many times can a heart break and continue to function? Do you know? Have you felt the crack of a beat, the crush of it all? How can I ever put these experiences into words? What they mean when they are all stacked tall across a lifetime, piled high like luggage, like book filled boxes, like rocks that form a wall.

These walls, are they breakable? Here we are, youandI, breathing, moment-living, connected and divided by the same human emotions. In this way I know you and you know me. In this way we are all trying, surviving, stumbling or standing tall.

I don’t want to be a tragic character in the story of my life.

I want to triumph.