victory

every moment you breathe through is
a tiny victory
the conquest of a shining minute that you can keep in your pocket
and worry like a stone

remember this

when you want to climb trees
climb trees
there isn't much you cannot do
you can cry and weep and rage
(if you want to)

and every moment you think through is
a moment you are still alive
and still hoping
and still wishing
and still winning
(even as you lose)

remember this

when you stop in the street in the middle of the day
and you are overcome by
the ugliness of life
all the seconds ticking by are
feathers on your back

and one day
(maybe soon)
the moments ticking by will just be
air beneath your wings