Bound

Sometimes life falls apart.
But no matter how hard it is, how much pain we’re in,
we gather the pieces and put ourselves back together.
We have to.
It’s the only way to survive.
And even when we think we’re whole again
we find the missing puzzle piece that we didn’t know was gone.

We felt fine without it until we realized we had a hole in our heart,
slowly draining the life right out.
And even then,
when we think we are as strong as the third little pig’s brick house,
we take a hit.
We crumble just a little bit, like a big oak in a hurricane.
But the winds die.
The pain goes away.
And we steady ourselves,
take ownership of the missing piece and bind ourselves back together.
We dig our roots a little deeper, grounded again.

A tree doesn’t bend over just because a storm knocked off a few branches.

Just because life doesn’t go our way doesn’t mean we give up living.