Life
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Fear — in the hands of the controller.
Love hides in the heart of a stranger.
Life waits quietly in the arms of the comforter.
But every day,
The struggle grows harder.
The weight grows heavier.
The road grows longer.
Life is a test —
Each scar a question,
Each tear an answer.
You must grow stronger.
Build your bridges…
And pray you make it over.
But bridges burn.
And roads collapse.
And sometimes the only hand you clasp
Is your own — trembling in the black.
And when the dark calls out your name,
You whisper back — it sounds the same.
Because even the broken long for love,
Even the lost still dream above.
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