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Stolen Gifts

the greatest gift given
can be stolen in a moment,
it does not matter
the sweetness of the soul;

Fate marches to the beat
of its own drum,
cutting time short
where it sees fit;

so little
is within our control,
make sure to put living
into your life

Shorelines

waves crash
upon the shore,
their rhythmic thunder
soothes the soul;

give me a rocky coastline
prepared to withstand
life's onslaught

over a sandy beach
more liable
to be swallowed
by the tides,

I find peace
in the steady resilience
of the rocks

Getting Through

there are no more words
to describe hurt,
life finds new ways
to inflict pain,

we are open wounds,
slow to close, 
life brings another wave,
its salt is torture

we reach for one another
we reach for love
we hold fast
we get back up

we do what we can,
to make it through