the triumph is not the story, the journey is the story

http://bostonglobe.com/opinion/editorials/2012/08/05/judo-champ-kayla-harrison-tosses-demons-mat/5ignvoDVQ0whG7m4do2s5L/story.html

living story

they've all got a story to tell.

do you understand that?

wanted

did God want him so much?
he pushed back
"i don't know you."

bitter and mad
always been quiet
he looked down

"you came into my life."

i said you're free.

"i'm not free to go. i can walk away.
but then i'll still be thinking of you."

so just go.

but he didn't go.
that thought didn't scare him nearly enough to make him walk away.

pyromania

trying to start a campfire.
all those little hooligans

doused the wood
light fluid
match to the wood

fire seemed to spurt and fizzle
fascinated
get this fire started

"we'll figure this out"

"we learned how to make fire.
want me to show you?"

"no."

learning friendship

"do i scare you that much?"
"you don't scare me one bit."

"play with us."
"i don't know."
funny little shiver

he couldn't resist it
she seemed shocked

she had him
he wanted to be left alone
she smiled

"now you are six years old"

now giving you your life
it's a fair question
why i waited so long

i couldn't share with anyone
wonder if i have the right
express such anguish and joy

i moved where you would come and color
you learned to walk
you have that gift of bouncing back

you weren't a great walker
comfortable with falling

you thought falling was normal
almost never cried

"i'd like to see you run"
you really ran
fell over backwards

"you've got to learn to stop"
"but i'm learning to run!"

a reminder

it took a while to scrape over the cut

stinging

where was her release from?

a crumpled paper

read it again

searched

she found the letter

written for him

his writing was beautiful

he loved her

made her think being born wasn't so bad

"don't forget"

a clear head and heart

hope.