Holding On

Some days, it feels like I am barely holding on. I get bombarded by the tough things in life, dings and cuts, inside and out. I get pushed down, like im a sprig on the ground beneath a giant elk. Getting sandwiched by mud and a hoof is never fun. But even so, even in my barbed, bristled soul, I feel electric. The love of God somehow even loves me. So today, im holding on. Just for a few more minutes. No, for a few more hours. When the sun comes up. When the new day dawns.