Paladin survivor,
fought your way through the storm,
My husband who weathered traumas normal people couldn't handle,
and emerged as something even more.
We've loved through it all,
through the good and the bad.
Stayed strong on the hard days,
through the joyous and the sad.
We reveled in the calm,
and weathered the storm,
Found sanctuary within the nightmare,
found the bloom beneath the thorn.
We persevered through the struggles,
Sang the tune to our own song,
Created a life within our own worlds,
Created a love that's stayed strong.
About the Creator
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Spectating
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford7 days ago in Fiction
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Beautifully written.