Heartbeat

Some days, life seizes you by the shoulders, and it beats you. Even if it's just in the small ways. You're left black and blue. Beaten. But the truth is that the bruises and burdens are nothing in the face of mercy. When the music plays and pierces your soul with its beauty, you begin to believe that you will be able to smile again soon. You are held up by so many brothers and sisters. And you are held by hands stronger than theirs, too. So you breathe. Tears slide down your face as you lie on the floor, but you're okay. You're a little shaken, it's true, but theirs light in the room.

The music dies, then, but the hope in your breast does not. You think its heartbeat gets stronger.