believer

I am a believer in the divine. That everything happens for a reason. That one person leads me to another, that the reason a door closes, is because a window is going to be open instead. 

I’m often blind to this, those facts rests deep inside, buried underneath my human tenancies, the personality that makes me who I am.

Because I know this, and when I am able to sit down and contemplate it, when I remember, I am at peace.

But that doesn’t cause me to stop worrying, I don’t stop fretting, I don’t quit trying to control every aspect in life.

I harbor the bad things, the people that have hurt me, the double edged sword, the faults in people that got the best of me. 

But with each day, there is a dawn, a fresh bright sun, and each night a dark sky full of wishful stars.

At least I can count on that.
That beauty.