Thoughts

When all the world keeps racing around; 

How can I be slow?

When all around me feels tied down; 

How can I be free?

How can I ask that one would listen?

When sorrow is of all I speak?

But you're right, sometimes even listeners

Shoulders to cry on seek.

I hear the wonder in his voice of concern and care.

I hear the sadness and despair for a friend no longer near.

I hear the shadow of a past engraved in stone.

And yet when I speak, my voice echoes, I stand alone.

The pits of despair shall not keep me down.

I will rise above.

For one leads me through life's fears,

It's His hand, I hold.

Mine.

This friendship blooms

Like a flower in spring

To where it reaches

No one knows

It’ll bend and turn in paths unknown

Rooted in a ground solid and strong.

The flower a gift of care and love

The beauty left for us to behold.

An uncharted course that started with a smile

Undiscovered territories messed with for a while

Whatever it was, unexpected, unknown

I’m still thankful for the joy untold.

Blessings that come my way haven’t ceased

And you are also one I believe

Uncanny similarities and some non- existent

An abrupt start perhaps, perhaps not

Whatever it be, this flower grows strong.

Leave.

Would it be wrong to give up on hope?

Would it be possible? Should it come first?

Why would you go on if you have no hope?

So then giving up is a lost cause.

No one stays, nor do they leave.

Contradictions come undone.

Why the life, why the living?

Why the stagnant state of giving?

Why the wonder in the world

All blemished in a thoughtless girl?

So much seen, heard and spoken of.

So many lies left unsurfaced.

Regret has never helped.

Forgiveness heals.

Soon you will be able to breathe.

Finally, you will leave.

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Written sometime early April or maybe mid.