Sunday, November 05, 2006

Nothing left to use
stopped hiding from myself
stared down the shadows
faced up to the blues

In each thing there's a gift
I look around and found
in every person, place, event
a step to bridge the rift.

Happy to be here
sad to go away
let yourself cry
feelings without fear.

To live without remorse,
throw yourself at life
sorrows surely come
but that's par for the course.

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