There may be a point when the dreams you once had seem so shattered and barely recognizeable….

 

There may be a point when you can’t see yourself any longer for the shards of glass that surround you….

 

There may be a point when the entire world feels like it’s caving in on you…

 

And you forget to breathe.

 

But, then you do because someone is counting on you.  Someone(s) needs you.  And, they are your world.

 

So you breathe.

 

And then you keep moving.

 

You keep smiling just so they can’t see the tears in your eyes while you cry.  You smile so they can believe at least for a little while that everything really be okay.

 

Because it will, you know.

 

Someday.

 

I hope.

 

I have stood for far too long at these crossroads.

 

Eight thousand second chances later and nothing has really changed, except nothing is ever the same.

 

I have cried.

 

I have begged.

 

I have reasoned.

 

I have asked.

 

I have demanded.

 

I have loved.

 

I have stood up.

 

I have sat down.

 

I have loved some more.

 

And, now I walk away.

 

And I breathe

 

Because everything will be okay.

 

It has to be.

 

 

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