The sharp transient twinge of injustice
and the dull throbbing ache of despair
mixed with the contagious sting of prejudice
and the heartbreaking wound of inner fear
builds us up into someone we are today
a living being of individual concerns.
We bare the scars on scars of our selves
and our thoughts we wear on our arms.
Sometimes it is so hard to be strong..I am blessed to have someone hold me when I can not walk, to hear me when my words are hidden in pain, to know me when I am silent in anguish, to love me when I feel no where near loveable.. I can only hope to spread some of that type of love around to those lives that cross paths with mine.