One way home

There has only ever been one way.

To love and trust in every day.

To clasp hands, hold gazes, wipe brows

to find the ways, the where’s and hows.

To enter forth or gently part

to finish, continue, or finally start.

With each new task an old one completes

We are much more than our fables, more than our defeats

We are fragile hearts that must be brave

Our most human moments, are the ones we save.

There is only ever one way,

the one that defines us, every day.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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