The Sun Will Rise and So Will We

by Jennae Cecelia

This season may not have bloomed the way you wanted. Maybe you are a seed still in the ground. Accept your growth where it is at and surrender your need to force what will come when it is ready.

Sometimes you have to love people from a distance. You have the right to create boundaries. You have the right to not pick up the phone and listen.

I am the journal with coffee stains and flowers tucked between the pages. I am the journal filled with words you will never hear come out of my mouth and sentences that are either scribbled or perf...

You can live for your next vacation, when the bell rings, the after-work drinks, the warmer days, the sunnier mornings, the Friday nights that lead into Saturday mornings. You can live in a constant waiting for what you perceive as better times. But ho...

The goodbyes weren’t said. The I’ll miss you hugs weren’t given. Because things stopped without my permission. So here I am, saying it in a whisper from afar, but it is screaming in my head. I love you. I’ll miss you. This isn’t goodbye though. It is a new beginning. Not an end.

These times will go by in the blink of an eye. A whisper in the wind. Then they will be the moments you look back on with nostalgia. As you sip your coffee and remember how it tasted back then when you were up until 4 AM. Right now, it feels hard and never ending, but one day it will be pieces in your memory that you struggle to put back together. Enjoy today. For you have so many tomorrows.

I am finding myself longing for the moments that I once looked at as small. The hum of coffee shop chatter and glasses clinking in celebration. Now I am realizing it is those moments that mean most of all.

is in the waiting that I learned to have faith what I need will be found.

I washed my hands of what was hurting me most. But now how do I go about not getting my hands full of fear again?

The snow will fall over the old footprints and everything will look perfectly put together. But we don’t know what is truly buried beneath. We don’t really know what the aftermath is when people face their unwanted weather.

I can still bloom after so long, of wilted leaves and lack of sun. I can still...

Are you there? I’ll keep waiting here. Praying here. That you will come back to me.

My legs haven’t seen the sun in at least five years. My legs haven’t jumped into a pool or a lake since I discovered that I am supposed to critique my body and fill it with words of hate. But now as I enter into later years of life, I realized my legs have missed out on a lot and all because someone once somewhere that means nothing to me now, laughed as I sat out on a dock.

I want to feel fearless. Moving easy with the wind. Fine with any direction I go. I want to be an adventurous soul, but I find safety at home.

All the places you want to go are waiting for you with welcome signs. You just have to drive. You just have to stop saying this isn’t the right time.

Your strengths may seem like they are off in the distance far from reach, but once you accept the love you deserve you will realize they are closer than you think.

Hope is on the horizon. Hope is the yellow brightness peeking out, not quite on full display. Hope will wait for you. Hope doesn’t go away.

Today could be the day you look back at in five, ten, twenty years and say, “The decision I made that day is what got me here today.”

They might not understand the path you chose, but remind them that those steps are yours to take. The ones with setbacks and growth. They are yours to make.

The streets are empty and it is hard not to feel the same way. Too much room for my thoughts to wander. Will I be ok? But the streets will fill again, and my mind will become busy too. This is a moment in time that will be hard, but I will make it through.

I miss wrapping my arms around you. You feel so far away yet so close. Like a mirage out in the distance. I swear you are here. I swear I can see you. I swear I feel your presence. Send me a sign. A feather in the wind. You are here. I can feel it.

My mind makes me feel like loneliness only lives in me. That everyone else is free. But in reality, we are all a little alone. We just feel like we are the only ones that have loneliness invade our homes.