I am sustained …

by Autumn rain,

by laughter and daydreams,

by red lip stick and plaid blankets,

by strong coffee and good books,

by words bled onto page after page after page,

by notes and lyrics that slice and stir,

by scarves wrapped round like comforting armor,

by soul-searing conversation still churning long after midnight,

by “I love your guts, Aunt Chels” and “Goodbye, Darling”

by dark chocolate and red wine and Irish whiskey,

by the stories that have long since become scars,

by sunrises and the smell of winter coming,

by Christmas lights and Birthday candles,

by moonlight drenching the barren places ,

by the Love that seeps in anyway,

by the tenacity and hope woven in so “fearfully and wonderfully” from my very beginning,

by those given to walk beside me,

by grace and mercy,

by every moment when I chose to stand back up again,

by the relentless Spirit residing within these fragile ribs.

Chelsey Whitlow 


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