For anyone whose heart breaks...
For all that we must endure,
from the inkwell that writes the darkness,
for which there seems no cure.
Hold tight to your light that lies within.
A diamond in a sea of coal,
the flowing fabric of your soul that stirs the breeze
and nudges even the tiniest seeds to grow.
Grow flowers, my child
And know, you will endure this chapter unfolding.
Don't give up the light you are holding,
though dim it may be.
Flying Angel © 2018
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