Sunday, July 10, 2016

Good People

When you find good people
Hold on to them
Not necessarily like a fish to water
But more
Like a hand comforting another
It's these hands that hold you
When your foundation feels shaky
And the same hands
That contort questioningly into asks
That push you to grow
It's these hands that are ready to give you high fives, pats, and gentle rubs
Letting you know that tomorrow will come
And, with or without you,
It will trudge forward
It's the same hand that will caress your hair back behind your ears
And the same that will hold you back when you're going too far
The hand that'll feed you
And the hand that'll hold itself open hungry for your love
Be kind to yourself
Be kinder to good people
Hold onto them


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