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The Answer, No Matter the Question: I Am Here. {poetry}

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I am here.

For the moment in the morning when you forget about what happened one hundred sleepless nights before.

For the shameless attack on your hollow heart as the memory creeps in and it feels like it’s happening over and over and over again.

For the shaking hands and sea salt tears and the single repeated question laced with fire-filled anger overflowing from your tired heart, “Why?”

I am here.

For the first steps and the first laughs and the painful blinks as the seconds slip away.

Who knew living without someone could hurt so much?

I am here.

When words aren’t enough and actions are impossible and even a single inhale seems to be asking too much.

When you can’t ask the question because you already know the answer, so maybe you should go back to sleep in hopes that your dreams will take you somewhere closer to them or further from here —

or anywhere else.

I am here.

For the painful todays and the hopeful tomorrows,

or is it the other way around?

For the words and the whispers,

the waiting and the wishing,

For all of the questions

I’m unsure how to answer,

I’ll say the words I can promise forever:

I am here.

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Macaile Hutt

Macaile Hutt

Macaile Hutt believes the best perfume is Idaho mountain air, the deepest laugh often comes from the mouth of a child, and coffee is the answer no matter the question. She has had to learn the hard way that some words ache until they are said. Find your voice and let it be heard. Macaile would like you to join her on Facebook or her website, as you take your own heart and live this beautiful life in search of perfect moments in such a way that every moment becomes perfect.
Macaile Hutt
Macaile Hutt