There are days when I ask
How can all this be borne
I’m not sure I can reassemble the myriad pieces
Into which my soul has been torn

There are nights where I lie awake
I toss and turn in my bed
I cannot shake all the visions
Crowding inside of my head

There are countless mornings
I’m awake to see the sunrise
I must stop and take a deep breath
And wipe the tears from my eyes

But every day when I get up
I take a moment to look around
I reflect and am grateful
For all the things that I’ve found

I take the time to get grounded
I get centered too
Sometimes I shield up
Depends on what I want to let through

This life may not have been perfect
But still it’s all mine
And I’m working to change things
Slowly, just one day at a time