Inspiration

I am easily inspired;

I find meaning

around every bend,

and everything in me

wants to open my chest

to let it resound deep

within.

What opens this cave?

It's sunsets, smears of colors mixed just right.

It's the ocean, pounding the shore,

pulling me to the deep.

It's the mountains, towering over cities, offering shelter for creatures.

It's the forest, wide open space crowded with trees.

It's gently falling snow, bringing a newness that covers what is dirty and dead.

It's sunrises, a promise of a new day with brilliant pastels.

But it's not just what is seen from a peek out my window.

I am inspired by the stories,

of the working moms who have a dream and

chase after it;

of the men and women who are afraid everytime they enter their workplace

but still show up;

of the children who drop simple truths,

wisdom from the mouth of angels;

of the old folks who wake up everyday,

knowing it could be their last;

of those in cancer wards and battle fields;

of brave steps down the aisle

to the one they love;

of those who go beyond themselves

to touch the lives of others;

of the few who will not be silenced

and speak for those who have no voice.

Stories like these can be found

everywhere

if we just look closer.

These are found in the everyday,

the ordinary,

the mundane,

and are only seen by those who are looking for them.

And when I see them,

when the bubble in my sternum is popped

by a single tear,

I find

hope.

I find

I'm not alone.

It's going to be ok.

And I keep going.