Just when I’d given up hope
there was you
I understood what I accepted
Grew strong from what I needed to sacrifice
then there was you
Lying scared, alone
Staring into the blankness of the future
like a strange wormhole I can sense
but appears only as a wavy reflection of now
Wondering if I should begin counting down
the last breathes I might have
and in walked you
It is a difficult thing for a person to accept
that life is not supposed to be perfect;
realizing the struggles never end
But, like fingers dragging through the wet sand
slowing the hourglass of my life,
it is rich, hearty
full of flavor all of the senses become overwhelmed with…
I am gratified, now, always
knowing there is some hope, still
because there is you…
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(written with pen & paper)
This is the first of a small series of gift poems written specifically for individuals. This poem was written for Jay Tipa, the amazing husband to Suzi…
I hope you enjoy