look at you.
still standing
after being
knocked down
and thrown out.
look at you.
still growing
after being
picked and plucked
and prodded out of
your home.
look at you.
still dancing
and singing
after being
defeated and disassembled.
look at you, love.
still here and hopeful
after it all.
I read this poem by Alex Elle in a post I shared on social media, and it really moved me. It speaks to me of the capacity of life to endure, to rise again, to keep going after difficulty and to look hopefully to the present despite what the past held. Not just surviving, standing, growing, dancing and singing, living. Just beautiful.
Wishing you a weekend filled with the vibrance and resilience of life and love.
