Come to me sad eyes, with tears in your heart.
Your pain is there across your face, the ripping of your heart.
I hold a balm of love for you, until you can feel your pain.
It brings you death from loneliness, emptiness, and shame.
From this death will grow a love, for your tender heart and soul.
A strength forgotten long ago, is there to help you grow.
Love and compassion for yourself, not self sacrifice;
Is the path of healing light, laughter, and pure delight.
JK
Thank you. Sorry it took me so long to post it, I've been spending more time outside than in-.
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