There’s no perfect life
There’s just life
I felt I was treading water
And nothing would ever break
Unless I shook the chains
It felt like I was drowning
I soon realized
Life is simply what you make of it
No more
No less
Extraordinary doesn’t show up in the mail
You have to reach for it
And create it
The universe is constantly expanding
Its living
And it’s dying
Sometimes
Pain is actually growth
Sometimes
Rain
And darkness
Are actually
Hollowed out
Bone on bone
Whittled away
Seasons gone
And there are years
That ask of us
And there are years
Filled with waiting
And there is life
And life only …
Regarding Samuel 