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You’re unable to feel and that is okay. You are numb you are bruised you are raw. Through the nights that are endless the highs and the lows through the mountains and gorges of aches. Try to savor the moments that fall in between taste the sweet, fill your lungs, and be still.
Above all the noise below all the fuss there’s a pause, that’s a breath, like a salve. It’s a coffee at sunrise with a nest that’s a home and the giggles of children you love. It’s exploring a pathway of golden tree leaves with chestnuts and robins and elk. It’s the muffle of snowflakes or the crackling of ice with your blanket and socks and a fire. Smell the trace of a pine tree the scent of a newborn the whiff of baked bread in the oven. You are strong, you are weak you are brave, you are broken your world fell apart - but you’re here. See the dew on the grass that shimmers like diamonds each drop a reflection of light.
It’s the times in between when the struggles - ebb close your eyes, take a breath, and be still. It’s the breeze in your hair it’s the waves on the beach or the patter of rain when you nap. It’s the tiny and small not the large or the grand it’s knowing you’ve walked through a fire. The more beauty you see, The more grateful you grow. Hold to the moments between. Through despair and through hope through the pain and the peace through the happy and harshness of life. Each hush is a block. Each linger a beam. That grounds a new firmness in you. For the joy is a whisper try to bask in the calm. Own your scars and stand tall and be still.
Joy Moore’s previous published works include Wiggle-Wiggle, Scratch-Scratch-, Itch-Itch-Itch with Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, and many magazine articles and poems.
In addition, she is a developmental and line freelance editor. View more of her work at word-painting.com