Did I really miss three days? Oopsie.

 

I’m a Heart

Sometimes I feel like a heart,

In this cycle.

Never stop working,

No rest.

 

But I can’t rest—can’t stop.

I’m on the treadmill—not slowing down.

I’m on the wheel.

To stop means chaos.

To not means…a cascade.

 

So I keep going.

Check it off, momentary relief, sigh and continue.

Thus is the true cycle of life.

If this is even life.

It’s not what I dreamed of—not what I hoped for.

I have hope, though—small tastes of reprieve.

I keep that one hope in mind.

That salvation—I hope.

 

Some joy to the monotony and stress.

More joy.

For—yes—some joy has emerged.

When I feel it, I am content—ecstatic—happy.

And when it retreats—I fall back to bleakness.

And that’s when I most yearn for that hope.

 

Small Moments

There are these small moments that I’ve come to experience.

These moments I’ve come to look forward to.

These small moments bring with them perhaps more happiness than I’ve ever felt.

These small moments are what I seek.

 

Sometimes they occur through thoughts—dreams.

Sometimes through reflections—myself.

Sometimes through others—interaction.

And, sometimes, through me.

 

I try something new, and it feels right.

Over the weeks I see, uncover, discover, and come to know myself—to be myself.

I am so sure now—more so than before—of what I want, what I need.

I am more sure of me, through the small-yet-significant moments.

 

I might write more short stories soon.... hmmm...

- Lily