One day you’ll look back and remember all the positives you learned that you might not have otherwise.
When we hurt, we look for people who have traveled a road of similar pain before us. We look for stories of hope and survival to help us on our journey.
You never know when someone will be sitting on their front porch and recall a fossilized memory of you that will trigger a smile in them.
Yet, beneath black rivers, tears run clear to my soul arousing tender shoots.