You will find me wanting to quit so many times. You will find the mirror shattered many times. The pieces of brokenness have been put back together in different places. You will find the ocean of tears from a silent place no one heard in their ears. Years of loneliness misunderstood by the periods set apart for protection of the gift. The gift of life was taken for granted until life set a wake up alam. The fears over the years yelled through a megaphone to raise the beat of my heart until it explodes. You will see how the still small voice whispers were heard because I chose to listen for something beyond the noise. You will see me holding on to faith like it’s the last beam of light in this entire world. You will see me walking around with the light held so close yet sharing it everywhere I step in hopes it spreads like the sun orbits the earth to see others with light again. Don’t wish for my life but live yours knowing when someone else reads your story, they will believe in their own story as well.