
I find myself often at a loss,
for those who leave me wounded
and never know the cost.
I take comfort in the happiness
that I find each day.
I pick up bits of joy
I find along my way,
with my friends, my family
those ones I hold so dear -
When I reach out to them
they are always near.
The comfort of the small things
the beauty of the sun
the rising of the moon
when this day is done
brings dreams I weave into
a tale that is my own.
Inside my own creation
is where I find my home.
So here I leave you reader
with advice I give myself,
don't waste a moment wishing,
put grief on sorrow's shelf.
Take hold of that you wish for
and make it all your own.
Pave the road to your dreams
with your hands - and your's alone.
Well said!
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