The rigid fanfare
from those we call friends
can turn us grim
but the world cares not.
It berates the soul
as does the rain the ground.
We walk over peaks
to see more adversity found.
Shall we be polite
as if ladies and gentleman?
Tell me how you
might seek softness of warmth?
That would take
a lowly broken hand or member
that needs aid
in those cold days of December?
Deny those who
can only see you at the surface
entry to your realm.
Or burned you will
be by advantageous deceptors.
Of the trek that
seeks trails up into the peaks
never forget will I
my soul decides which to endeavor.
My dear I dont have the words to express how thankful I am for you. You are encouraging and supportive of just a little thing I’m doing to self analyze and help cope with life. Youre a sweetheart and my heart and thoughts are with you. I’m honored by your appreciation and it has made me feel like a better version of myself. Thank you dear friend.
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I don’t know how I’m just not seeing this, but you’re so welcome, Jared. I meant every single word. You really are amazing, my friend!
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oops, sorry, that was supposed to say “just now seeing this,”
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