Every day
is a silent hallelujah
For it is suffer that we mostly face
Daggers made of honey
is what we embrace each day
We don’t mature with years
but with damages
it is unfortunate yet accurate
to say
we are all damaged goods
but that’s okay
it is all just part of the process
For each day
we try so hard to fix what’s not quite right
in our lives
in ourselves
In whichever way we may believe in
In search
of a window of opportunities
That leads us back to happiness
To forget about the scars
marked on our flesh as time goes by
after all the wars we have each day
with ourselves and with dear life
marching our way through existence
To whomever is reading this
It’s a miracle how you,
are still alive
For how far you’ve come
For the silent battles you have each day
Wounded and jaded
But yet still here
Alive and breathing
Resting, maybe
But I know when the next battle comes
You, will rise up
glaring at this world
like the very first time
but it is wisdom
that you will gain this time
so every day
is a silent hallelujah
you,
are the only person
who knows how hard it is
to be you
the good and bad
the days you smile so proudly with victories
the mornings you cry in the shower
the incalculable sadness that comes after sunset
when everyone has gone home
and you are left alone
it is in pain and loneliness
that you find your strength
realizing what you are made of
only when you have lost everything
can you start building
all the unanswerable questions in life
to which I don’t know the solutions
yet I know what a miracle it is
that you are still here
breathing and alive
utterly lost and heartbroken
but you have walked a lonely path
through all the doors that kept shutting down
all the way to today
you fight for yourself
for your own existence
no matter how quiet the battle is
or how slowly time flows by
every day is a silent hallelujah
for you are still here
breathing and alive
Butterfly Poetry 