each day provides a reminder -
through pain and suffering,
through jaw-dropping beauty -
that it is a gift;
we cannot change the past,
we do not know the future,
we must live here
in the present
how many more mornings
will the songs of the birds
climb out of the darkness;
how many more sunrises
will I watch explode
over the shadowed trees;
how much time do I have left,
not so much
that I can afford to take this -
or any - moment for granted;
appreciate the present
laying down in the ocean
thinking on the saying,
"salt water heals all wounds,"
gentle wave upon gentle wave
covers my body,
I ache with the numbing cold,
my pain still throbs;
I bleed,
the salt can't reach
this broken heart
