some times it's pretty damn rough - in disrepair - rocky from heartbreak. marked by potholes overflowing with disappointment, and often impassable from loss, grief and misunderstanding.
but even in the worst of times, I can still through my hands up and scream, "I'm STILL HERE!"
I can still offer my love - free from judgement, my faith - stronger in the midst of the storm and my hope - that remains unwavering, to those who may seem a little short of their own.
it is also the time when writing ushers in the tranquility of understanding that within the universe everything is as it should be.
(during this last writing period - poetry was my weapon of choice. here are two haiku offerings)
dew on freshly cut grass
pain of a lover's heart
the storm simmers down
I still stand, hope, love, dream, smile
with arms wide open