Pain has a way of stopping time.
You get stuck in a moment,
Your breath,
caught between an inhale and exhale.
You’re gasping for air, wondering will life ever be the same.
Time starts anew.
Like AD and BC.
The day the pain ripped life as you knew it apart
and everything after that.
What you only see in hindsight is that it doesn’t have to be that way.
Pain is a reminder that we are human.
A human made up of a spirit that can be wounded and a heart that can be broken.
But we also have a will.
This will to live,
to start over,
to make amends,
to dream again,
is what makes all the pain meaningful.
It does not need to end with a wound that won’t heal.
It can become a scar that reminds us that we are alive,
that we love,
that we take chances
and that as long as there is breath,
we will try again.
