I stepped over somebody’s handwritten words in the sand today.
So I didn’t disturb someone’s mark on the earth,
So I didn’t destroy their attempt to be remembered– to be heard.
I became upset & wondered, “Why doesn’t the rest of the world give the same respect to other people’s screams into the void?”
But I let the negative thought pass & I reminded myself that, today, for the first time in a long while,
I’m shining a little brighter,
Humming a little louder,
Feeling a little deeper,
Reflecting a little stronger,
Living a little lighter,
Reacting a little bigger,
Seeing a little clearer,
Hurting a little gentler,
Yet, feeling a little more tender,
And hoping my heart is a little softer.
Later, I laid in bed alone, in the dark.
I closed my eyes & listened to an old song,
Instantly, my favorite memories flashed in my head like flickering splices of a film reel.
I remembered the moments so vividly, both the good & the bad.
The moments I learned from, the moments that revealed the answers I sought.
The moments that shaped me, that left their mark on me.
I could feel the sun on my skin,
The wind in my hair,
The water on my toes,
The pain in my heart,
The smile on my face,
The tears in my eyes.
I could feel.
I could feel life again.
And I realized, I still have time to leave my mark.
I can still be heard.
I still have life to live.