To love life ...

Here is a little poem for any of my friends

who struggle sometimes just to keep going ...

You are not alone.

The thing is
to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it,
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, 
your throat filled with the silt of it…
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you again.

(Ellen Bass, 1947 - )