Feelings of Acute Awareness

It feels different each time. You think it gets easier, feeling this way. It doesn't.  Every pain, every tear, every time a memory springs itself into your head. It never changes.

I often wondered how pain makes us feel alive. Why is pain a reminder that we breath? But I think I started to understand now. Pain reminds us we are strong or weak. If we are weak there is no life and if we are strong we are remind of life.

Survivor

Sweet, painful tears. I feel relieved of all else, of anything left. Life is not emotion, accomplishment; it is endurance, it is surviving. It is the spirit and blood of the survivor that carry the weight of life. We are nothing if not bones that end up piled up in mud and chaos. Life does not guarantee us anything and yet we believe it does. It is nice to think of faith and hope as guiding lights of our existence, the flow in the veins of surviving. We never really know