I’m falling in love with living.
Im talking windows rolled down music blasting living.
I’m talking sunsets on the kayak living.
Hammocking in the backyard.
Listening to my neighbors kids laugh.
Cup of coffee on the back porch.
The same spot I sit every day living.

I’m talking crying myself to sleep living.
I’m talking not wanting to wake up living.
The pain of not being loved.
The tears I’m constantly holding back.
The feeling on holding on by a thread living.

I’m falling in love with all of it.
All at once.
I’m falling in love with my soul and my spirit.
I’m falling in love with the sunset.
I’m falling in love with the silence.
I’m falling in love with the process of falling in love.
I’m learning to love everything around me. Including myself.
It’s no easy task.
It’s dedicating everyday to the commitment of healing.

But...

I can’t quit yet.
There’s so much more left
to fall in love with.