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