journal creature: Wings Worn Thin, Like Mine

When I was absent, she did not leave me.
When I was terrified, she cried too.
When I was unlovable, she was thankful and she said it aloud.

We are not weak, but strong, those immersed in Darkness. It is courage to breathe, to open the eyes. It is strength to continue through a battle so painful. A fight most will never respect or understand.

When I was strong, I called out, admitted defeat, asked for help.
When I called out, she was already there.

Proportional to our Light, our Darkness---inseparable. Many will love me when I'm high. But a true friend---in despair---readily meets me there. To bless Darkness and know both of my sides.

She did not stop touching me until depression subsided.
Even then, she did not stop.

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	Wings Worn Thin, Like Mine August 10, 2003 When I was absent, she did not leave me. When I was terrified, she cried too. When I was unlovable, she was thankful and she said it aloud. We are not weak, but strong, those immersed in Darkness. It is courage to breathe, to open the eyes. It is strength to continue through a battle so painful. A fight most will never respect or understand. When I was strong, I called out, admitted defeat, asked for help. When I called out, she was already there. Proportional to our Light, our Darkness---inseparable. Many will love me when I'm high. But a true friend---in despair---readily meets me there. To bless Darkness and know both of my sides. She did not stop touching me until depression subsided. Even then, she did not stop. 0 comments Links to this post 0 Comments: Post a Comment Links to this post: <$BlogBacklinkTitle$> <$BlogBacklinkSnippet$> posted by <$BlogBacklinkAuthor$> @ <$BlogBacklinkDateTime$> Create a Link