Wednesday, August 14, 2013

My dear friends

They leave the porch light on for you 
And paint their room the deep sea blue 

Together exploring the winding path 
Some days so bright some days feel dark
But knowing that best is up ahead 
And betting on healing for each other 

They've felt the waiting room pain so raw
the voices raised that have carved the ache
And the invisible strings that suffocate 

But their plants get water every day 
And even when it seems to fade, 
They know that growth is here to stay 

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