"If you prick my vices, they will bleed too,"
I said beside my friend in the emergency room,
Bearing witness to hers, which so often steals souls away.
Wheeling her back, I followed in tow,
Reflecting on myself and flaws of my own,
Hoping to hold them in my hand, and grow.
The good teaches lessons, wise and true,
The bad teaches too, though harder to chew.
Healing comes from acknowledging pain,
Living means acknowledging life, again and again.
With the stroke of my pen, I tip my hat,
To the good and bad, sorting files in my head,
Like my friend enduring, striving forward, just the same.
About the Creator
Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.
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