Hope

I ran across this exquisite poem on Medium.com. I really needed to hear this today. I hope the author doesn't mind me sharing it.

On the Rocks by Mike Essig

Grief is love’s final act.
A scent. A shirt. A house.
Memory in a bottle
brimming with loss
your soul wants to imbibe.
The bottle belongs on a shelf,
but won’t stay closed.
It wants to pop open
and spill all over you.
Love your losses but beware.
Do not make a habit of despair.
The world overflows
with broken hearts.
No one can live every day
drenched in sorrow.
We live today or not at all.
Drink only when you must,
and take each swallow
with a chaser of Joy.

This gives me so much hope, reminding me that I will get through this.