Reflections

Happiness comes slowly, as does healing. I'm doing the best I can, but it never feels like enough. I'm trying. I've been to the edge and back. It broke my soul and froze my heart. At times I am hollow, far from what was or could be - a wraith. But the momentary connections shatter my transparency. I am whole through experience. If only I were more consistent. Life is beautiful; I am beautiful. But to realize this requires an immensity of work, and yet reality continues to manifest itself the way it does.