On Life

I know you don't want to hear this, she says, but I have some bad news. Your heart breaks a thousand times over, how entire mountains tumble with time and we don't know how to rebuild them with just these hands, just this frail, soft love, how nothing is invincible. The clouds hang low on the mountains, I drink another cup of coffee, not yet ready to leave the room, not yet ready to start a day, how do the days keep moving even as everything else is shattered to pieces? Perhaps it's a comfort. Another day, another sliver of paper from the Universe, I wipe my tears:

do not fail your dream when it needs you most. 

Thank you.