Musings

A finger, trails; smoothly and comfortingly; along her cheek to; wipe the tear, away; then, in a, moment of, moonlit, poetry; lips, kiss; the, tear-streak; and the, smile that, blooms; changes, her, whole day. A glass shard from the, heart that was, broken; is, glued; back in, place; from someone, other than; the, boy; who, shattered it; to, tell her; She’s worth it.

Stand upon a soap box and shout, “I am here,” and let the world know your pain. To; any, who; are, considering suicide; know that; you’re, loved; and, needed; in this world. I won’t, go; there; because I care about the people; around, me too much to; do, that; to them. That being said; I know the pain that; leads to it; because I live it; everyday. Don’t give up because; you never, know; you might find the, answer; tomorrow.