I imagine us as one; intertwined, but uniquely distinct. Holding hearts and hands, spread across a great and vast universe; weathering the storms of life together.
We umbrella each other during the hurricanes, we shelter during the storms, we offer a drink during the drought, and a reprieve from the oppressive heat.
We share something unique and special. We mourn in our sadness and rejoice in our triumphs. We carefully guard our hearts, while offering a glimpse into our collective soul.
We are born and thrive with and in and because of our warrior spirit. Sometimes we are broken alone, but we become glued together, whole again, with our fragile pieces.
We breathe life into one another and because of that our spirits are lifted higher than they could have been if separated.
We are the lucky ones. Those of us who have been humbled. Those of us who know weakness. Those of us who have grieved. Those of us who have lost. Those of us who are resourceful, strong, and courageous.
We fight this fight together. We live this life with love. We lay down at night with a tear of sadness on our left, but a thousand tears of happiness on our right.
We love and are loved in return.