I laugh because it’s all I have left.
I’ve been sad, and I’ve been angry.
I’ve laid awake crying until the tears were no more.
I’ve been truly emotional, but nothing staves off the struggle.
I know I’ve been blessed many times over and that good things don’t come easy.
But it’s taken everything in me to keep going–to continue moving forward.
So, I chuckle under my breath.
I lie awake bearing another sleepless night as I decide what I’ll do next.
And how I’ll ever get through the next day.
But I live to fight another day, and so I rejoice.
And each day gets a little easier until eventually, I’m moving past the struggle.
Now, I can enjoy the experience for what it is.
And when the next day rushes forward with no rest for the weary,
I chuckle under my breath and breath a sigh of relief.
I can do this.