It is like the sweet taste of a strawberry in June
It is the feeling of the warm sand in between my toes
It is the smell of rain after the clouds have gone
It is the morning it is the night
It is the days I can’t remember and the day I can’t forget
It is the laughter of children
It is the candle that burns through the fight
It is the sound of the ocean after a storm
It is the smell of spring in bloom
It is your true love
Life is so precious and we only get to hold it once. We struggle our whole life to find meaning and truth when it is right in our hands.
We are full of care and compassion, fear and rage, tenderness and patients, sadness and sorrow, poetry and song.
There are so many thing that we see and so many people that we touch in a lifetime. We feel so alone in an over crowded world. We feel so confined in open spaces.
We spend our lifetime hunting and gathering for a better life. We search high and low for acceptance for who we are.
Souls suffering all around with little bits of happiness in-between to keep us going. Sadness over coming what we believe and laughter to fill the empty spaces of time.
No one knows why, but we all know that we do. What ever it is that you need to hold on to, do not let go.
When you loose your grip fight no matter how dark it may get to find the familiar hand and do not let go.
Give me your hand and I will hold it tight, when I get scared I will not let go. Your hand is so small compared to mine, I will not let go.
When your hart feels like it has stopped but your chest continues to pond find my hand, it is stretched out for you. When you can’t even look up I am here for you to hold on to.
If you hang on I will never let go.
