There may come a day, no,
there will come a day,
when you overcome
something so unbelievable
that you wouldn’t believe it yourself
had it not happened to you.
In time, you might not believe it either.
But on that day,
and all the days that follow,
your job is not to explain
what you overcame,
in hopes that someone
will one day understand.
That’s not why gifts are given.
It’s to raise your eyes
to the unbelievables,
knowing how lonely the journey,
and without regard for what you’ve gained,
give, give, give,
feeding the search for answers,
until they find belief.
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Poetry Block
This free-form poem is a bit different from what I typically like to write, but sometimes a phrase hits you a certain way. Rather than box it into meter and rhyme, I thought I’d let it be what it wants to be. If you enjoy poetry of any kind, I’d love for you to check out some of my other poems in the In Verse section and let me know what you think.