Day 254: The Balm that is a Friend
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some days are longer than they should be.
some roads are steeper than we’d planned.
and all of them,
are ours, alone, to lose or to command.
and i know,
i know.
i should be stronger.
i know,
i know.
i should know better.
and i know,
i know.
i’ll keep on. i’ll keep on…
but the balm that is a friend makes it all so much pleasanter.
flooded ditches are the wading pools
in which we kick our feet.
all our heart we’ve hammered on
becomes our jigging beat.
collect our tears in pale blue pints
and raise them high with songs of might
and drink long into camaraderie.
we face the future by sharing past days,
and laugh when the silence is loud,
cry when the hurts are a safe enough distance away,
and ask the dumbest questions,
and give the wisest of answers
though we have none,
really,
to give.
you reviving salve,
i give thanks.
in our commonest exchange
i am reheartened
and glad.
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