May 19, 2011 by lookingforkatz
My folded smile holds miles of dreams broken and wishes taken.
I am like so many more who hide their true face behind a door.
To hear the creak of that opening door will bring a fear,
that nevermore the love of one can be retained.
We all sit silent with masks upon us
waiting for a pilgrim to see beyond
One who does not mind, who sees behind
and wants to see for evermore.
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gorgeous Gabe!
This hurts, which is the point.
I’ve been caring for my pilgrim since December 4. She is almost well and through with treatment. She sent me a message today to tell me that I am her hero; she sent it at the time I needed her so see beyond the grief I’ve been feeling with good reason: lost a mother in the midst of this and haven’t had time to grieve, and she did.
I hope you find your pilgrim. What’s really wonderful is that your pilgrim will see something in you that you didn’t think mattered to anyone, and it will be what matters most to your pilgrim.
Thanks for that lovely reply Clifford. Moving. Hope all is well with you.