What Am I Holding On For?

I would say its been a wonderful day, hell, even a week, but I’ll be lying. The smooth foundation of my little dream house, crumbled. Not into one piece, but many. I tried to hold on, extending my arms to build the bridge that’ll keep everything together. I’m still trying. Sometimes I feel like bending, allowing the foundation to come apart around me. But then I look at the smiling faces of those I support and remember why I’m trying. Not just for a false image of happiness. But for the innocence faces that live in the moment;  that carries my genetics proudly in a face full of small teeth. They are my reasons. And for that, I’ll continue to hold on to even the tiniest rock.

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