Unbroken

This is what 250 meters
above sea level looks like
Where the air is life
For your weather-beaten body
And mind

Where the cawing of
The crows declare
You are alive! you are alive!

This is what
remorse looks like.

As if the fear and anticipation
Never bore you down
As if 

You never wished for
A thing as impossible
As a force field to shield
Your boys as fiercely
As You possibly could. 

This is what relief looks like.
An answered prayer
To a desperate pleading
"Please not again, not again. "

This is what 250 meters above
Sea level looks like
High. Above.
Rise. Up.
Wide. Open.
Begin again.
Clear. Precise.
This time richer.
This time better.
Stronger.
And then you
Remember,
Reminded time
And again, 

"We grow stronger in
the places we
are broken."

“The world breaks us all. Afterward, some are stronger at the broken places.” -Ernest Hemingway, Farewell To Arms