Holding On

I am from broken hearts and broken homes,

Shattered dreams and drowning tears,

All washed away in this fast moving river called Life.

I am from second chances

Rising above the horizon like a late sunrise on a winter’s day,

Replacing nightmares with daydreams, fire with the phoenix.

I am from long nights and even longer days

Where the abundance of the land does more than sustain,

It revives.

The edge of the world is at my doorstep,

As a constant reminder of where I am from,

Ebbing and flowing, in and out, back and forth,

Like a flawless feather being blow through the breeze

Only to land delicately on the river and eventually

Ride out to sea.

I am from death mitered with life,

Mountains melting into the sea,

Changing seasons spinning into years

Of holding on.