Flock of birds

I've been reflecting on the journey that we all take alone. A battle with health can feel like you're trying to get along in a rowboat with holes in it. Some days can feel like a miracle just getting the holes patched so you don't drown. Other days you may achieve foward movement, but slowly, so much slower than you're hoping for. And it often feels like you're watching everyone else go happily by in a brand new catamaran. There's this Coldplay song I've listened to, and the lyrics make me think of living with a chronic illness and seeing everyone else productive in their lives, appearing as effortless as birds flying freely. I will never give up the fight to fly free and get my rowboat to shore, and I hope you don't, either.

A flock of birds

Hovering above

Just a flock of birds

That's how you think of love

And I always

Look up to the sky, pray before the dawn

Cause they fly always

Sometimes they arrive, sometimes they are gone

They fly on

A flock of birds

Hovering above

Into smoke I'm turned and rise

Following them up

Still I always

Look up to the sky, pray before the dawn

Cause they fly away

One minute they arrive, next you know they're gone

They fly on

So fly on, ride through

Maybe one day I'll fly next to you

Fly on, ride through

Maybe one day I can fly with you

Fly on