Friday, November 11, 2016

A Poem of Sorts. A promise.

Come and sit next to me.

There's room.

I will not harm you.
I will not make fun of you.
I will not push you away.
Whether we agree on everything,
on some things,
or on almost nothing at all,
it does not matter.
There's a place for you next to me,
and always.
You are safe.

And we can sit together

for as long as it takes

to find the strength

To Stand.

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