There’re days she’ll pause,
Although she’s not unhappy;
She needs to stop
And drink all of it in —
For she’s known pain,
Neglect and childhood heartache
That doesn’t end
When new good things begin
For she is who
Her circumstance has made her,
Along with choice
She’s made along the way
But if she does
Not stop to take in good things,
Her first thought is:
“This too will fade away”
She’s never known
The way love’s meant to feel:
She has to pause
To make sure that
It’s real
To share is human:
Wow, you could have been writing my life story here… blew me away!
Thank you, Lori. The friend I was writing about here is an amazing person, but I’m not sure she knows it.