Sep 05, 2007 23:45
With each honest word
the pain is diminished
I am reminded to love myself
I remind you to love yourself
With each word
there is a brick laid
A brick to a path
I know not where
But the path
looks inviting and kind
The journey
is what I make of it...
The path scented by sage
and lit by street lamps
I smile as I hold the map,
and only to choose
the most beautiful adventures
strength,
fairy wisdom,
poetry,
heal