June 6, 2015~
I'm holding strong and trying to keep from breaking at the seams of this tight composure I grip onto each moment of the day. The mind is a tricky thing. As long as you keep it occupied and full of tasks it will all seem alright. But, the moment you take a breath to walk outside and stare into the massive ocean that reaches out to the edges of the horizon, a gust of wind blows salty air through your hair and straight takes that breath away. All that you've lived through washes the very strength from your bones and threatens to shatter all that you are made of. I stay strong for them, but who stays strong for me? I watch their backs, but who watches mine?
"Where have all the good boys gone... I need a hero, he's gotta be strong, he's gotta be fast, and he's gotta be larger than life." ~EMB
"...They will be His people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. 'He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death' or mourning or crying, or pain for the old order of things has passed away." Revelation 21:3-4
Upon reading this, I'm reminded of my Hero, the Density that holds my bones intact, the very Foundation to my soul. Praise you God.
~I'm so sorry that this had to happen to you, dear friend. Your smiles LIVE ON in my soul.~
