ripping away any old strings that left me tangled.

pulling my hair out wishing i could wrap it around my hands.

looking for my glasses while running late.

i'll trip and fall when i dance.

but all of this doesn't stop me from my truth.

the truth that succeeds all of my actions.

the will that comes from me showing up on the frontline.

i cant pretend anymore that i don't like where i am.

i do like the vibrant sky.

and i do appreciate my dog who pisses all over the carpet.

i cant take it when i cry over stepping in it.

because quite frankly tears scare me.

i will lose my shit over a touching painting or a vulnerable song.

but keeping it together when learning how beautiful life gets every single day is truly remarkable to me and a bloody miracle.