It is hard to feel alive when everything around you is dead or dying.
And some times it’s hard to find inspiration when the world seems to be caving in around you.
Maybe I am not looking hard enough, seeking far enough, seeing what is right before my eyes.
I will look harder this time, look beyond a dying moment.
Out of death, life emerges.
When I feel like the storm has me weathered, and the clouds come rolling through.
I’ll wait for the clouds to pass, and look up to the heavens.
And there is where I see you and your smile peeking through.
Dedicated to my mother, who despite her flaws, was a wonderful woman whom I wish I had had more time with. She will always be missed.