No matter what hurricane you’re pushing through
or cliff you’re hanging on to
make sure you hold each other
when it’s time
And talk about it
the pain, the dreams
destroyed – the fear and scars.
Listening is healing
we don’t need any heroes,
just each other’s arms
to fall into.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”