So I’m not a phoenix rising. So I’m perfectly human. So I’m not amazing even though everyone told me I was. So the world has moved on without me. So I’m only able to drag myself through half a job. I do love that job…that’s something. That’s something.
So the dreams I had for myself have passed on, too. So I’m mourning things I can’t even begin to express (in addition to my daughter’s life). So I’ve been touched by this life just like everyone else has been or will be. So I drag myself through half a life. Sometimes, I love things about this life, such as it is… and that’s something. That’s something. Isn’t it.
So despite the flowers blooming and the trees budding out in the world, it’s still winter in my heart. So it’s been winter in my heart for more than a year. So it may be winter in my heart forever. So be it. I have my blanket. I have my slippers. I have a fire to curl up in front of. I have hot tea. That’s something. That’s something. It is.
So my daughter has passed on. So she took half my heart with her and holds it forever wherever she is. Maybe people can live with half a heart. They live with one kidney and I have two of those. I gave birth to two children. I have a son, a beautiful, precious son. So my daughter’s passing took half of his heart, too. Together we have a whole one. That’s something. That’s something. That’s everything. Now. And I LOVE that.
So I rest at the end of the day, with my two hands over my half heart. It’s quiet. It’s still. I hear the rain and I remember the flowers. I think there’s hope. I like that. Maybe that is enough. So it has to be enough. Maybe it is.