“But I know courage. It is never lost.”

There is always a bit of love whispering from somewhere.

But when has worry ever produced a miracle?

But I must admit. I am desperate for hope.

Tell me, what is hope if not a sweet, sweet companion?

Falling apart to fall together again.

Don’t be afraid to feel everything.

Our hearts; the greatest revolution.

Forgiveness – nectar for the soul. A heartbeat.

Most days, I am the rain. – And that’s okay.

All of this heartache is a war story.

What a victory it will be to taste the light again.

We are broken. But never beyond repair.

Hope, it is small. But it is always enough.

In some sad truth, I’ll always want more of you.

Catch the light and begin again.

I know joy as a song of the heart. And each day I seek it.