Saturday, August 31, 2013



If we're lucky, 

we find the one person who will hold our trust 

and keep it sacred and safe against all attackers. 

That one soul who will restore our belief 

that people are decent and kind, and that life, 

while messy, is still the most wondrous gift anyone can know. 

But until that day comes, 

we have to try and remember that 

home isn't a specific place or person. 

It's a feeling we carry inside ourselves. 

That touch of the divine that lights a fire inside us 

that burns out the past and consumes the pain

 until nothing is left but a warmth that allows us 

to love others more than ourselves. 

A warmth that only grows when we do right 

even while others seek to do us wrong. 

Peace is knowing that one life, 

no matter how trivial it seems, 

touches thousands of others, 

and learning to respect that about all people. 

While you may not mean much to the world, 

to those who know and love you, 

you are their entire world. 

And it is knowledge that no one can hurt you 

unless you allow them to. 

The only power they have 

isn't something they're taken or demanded. 

It's what we give them by choice. 

And while it is imperative that we value the lives of others, 

it is equally important to value our own.



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