I know- guilt

I know you want

something else…

—

You always feel

a misfit.

I think

you do your best.

—

Socks unpaired,

sweet cherries…

—

I love your trying.

—

Like a toddler’s steps—

wobbly and weak—

you touch your suffering

in its crib.

—

Drip, drop…

steep and slop—

you deserve

my lot of warm.

—

Rest assured—

I’ll let your strength

hold

my shaky hands.

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Lead the way—

to nowhere certain,

but always

hold my shaky hands.

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And remember:

loneliness walks out

to meet hope

at the edge

of suffering…

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© Quiet Reminders