Whisper of hope

Our losses in life can take our breath away. It can take away the very essence of our being. We can feel it in our bones, down to the very tip of our being. We won’t always be strong, shoot, we may not even feel strong at times. But we can still hold on to the pieces of that life. The light that still shifts in the broken pieces before us. We can still hold onto that hope no matter how small it may be. Hold on to the pieces until you can place them back together again. Until you can see the beauty within the broken glass.