Life will show us tough moments

Life doesn’t play by the rules.

It isn’t fair.

For example:

• When a woman becomes a mother and a widow on the same day.
• When a 22 year old women is killed in a car accident the day she graduates from college.
• When illness strikes those who have barely begun to live.
• When a couple loses two babies within 3 years.
• When a husband finds bottle after bottle all over the house.
• When a baby will grow up without knowing her mother.

Those moments break us.

Tearing at every emotion and tossing it aside.

We can’t hide.

Running isn’t an option either.

We crumble.

The pain is agonizing.

Silent screams escape.

The isolation is deafening.

Just when we think we are done crying, more tears come.

We don’t have a reason or desire to go on.

Uncertainty creeps in.

Our words seems to be falling on deaf ears.

The one question we ask, “Will this ever end?” goes unanswered.

Inner demons show themselves

In the silence, the demons taunt us with their words of fear and anger.

They convince us of the wrongdoing we cannot make right.

Ugly comments and snide remarks are their calling card.

Finding us brittle and delicate, those horrible thoughts tempt us to believe them.

Overcoming everything we want to believe, we grow tired of the fight.

We surrender in a single breath.

As much as the pain still lingers, it’s a relief to not have  that struggle any more.

Without warning, the demons win.

No matter how hard we fight.

So we live a lie

We put on the smile so no one sees our tears.

Try hard to see beauty in our days.

Silently waiting for the next ball to drop.

The motions we go through most never even notice.

But the angels know better.

They see and feel all of it.

Some would say, “You don’t have to do that.”

Or, “I wish you wouldn’t.”

But the responsibility is not even something the angel can choose…

It was chosen for her.

She carries it every day, believing that someday will come.

Until then, she fights.

The story doesn’t end there

You see, that angel knows better.

She carries with her a love so strong, those demons don’t stand a chance.

In the end, nothing beats love.

Nothing.

Love holds on when everything else is telling us to let go.

It creates a bridge between where we are and where we want to be.

It doesn’t know how to let go or to forget.

In silence, its bond grows stronger.

With words and actions, it solidifies what we want to believe.

The angel watches and guards the hearts of the broken, of the damaged.

Small miracles become simple reminders of the path taken.

Angels never stop fighting and never give up.

Because love doesn’t.

Covered in ashes and weary from the battle, we find the courage to rise.

The shame of the scars left behind are washed away by the angel’s love.

Hearts begin to heal.

Life begins again.

Love wins. ALWAYS.

Michelle A. Homme 2017 ©