in the quiet promise of dawn
in the moment when birds begin their songs
in the agony of painful memories
in the struggle for a new tomorrow
in the reality of empty, hungry arms
in the blessed ability to remember a brilliant smile
when the new depths are cruelly carved
and soul space is created to hold the growing sadness
when spontaneous smiles erupt in new born eyes
washing over my raw places
when new ways of giving myself away are suddenly offered
and wholeness seems like more than just a dream
you are here
you are here
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