Things die away. New things are birthed

So many lives I’ve lived. So many seasons. With each one there’s an aching, bitter sweetness in the back of my heart whispering “This is the peak. It could never get better than this”. Part of me always waiting for the other shoe to drop. And it always does.

Things die away. New things are birthed. And I wake to find myself somewhere completely new. Somewhere completely unimaginable and yet foreshadowed deep in my memory. Somewhere so stunningly gorgeous that it takes my breath away. Full of joy and grief and love and heartbreak. Just as before. 

And the little voice in my heart still whispers “It could never get better than this”