maybe it’s not so much that everything happens for a reason
but that you can make a reason out of everything that happens.
anything can be poetry if you're brave enough.
maybe it’s not so much that everything happens for a reason
but that you can make a reason out of everything that happens.
the struggle
is part of
the plan.
the realization
that your experiences
are not unique.
there are things
about which I currently have no idea
that will someday rock my world.
shelter me
in the sphere
of my dreams
it may yet be winter
but it is springtime in my soul.
there is
nothing
they can say
that will
obliterate you