Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
There is beauty
In acknowledging and thereby experiencing
Another’s happiness;
I am happy,
Because you are,
May we find this truth
Whether our joys of origin
Be synchronized,
Or not.
Blessed be.
(Post relocated from my Thepurplepaintedbutterfly.wordpress.com blog)
Bravery
Is something I nie run short on
Unless it comes down
To my own sake,
I will be first to support,
To voice, to rise,
To link arms with another,
For another;
But may I remember
Being brave,
In support of self
Is being brave for us all,
Too.
She of Letters 