those words,
"I'm okay."
spelling out everything I'm not,
giving way to the frightened child within me:
alone, but somehow not lonely
the tears I've cried
threatening to spill onto my cheeks as I speak,
invisible to everyone else.

Not every day is a good day.
But every day counts.

Not every experience is instructive.
But every experience counts.

Not every dream comes true.
But every dream counts.

Not every hand holds yours forever.
But every support counts.

Not every way brings you to your destination.
But every step counts.

Not every decision is the right one.
But every try counts.

Not every day is a good day.
But every day counts.