I was born in agony, my heart
ripped from my chest, weak, crying,
alone. I was born the day, Karen, my wife, died.
Trapped in a cocoon of grief.
Blind with pain, I stumbled down
paths I'd never known. Friends
guided my way. Brief connections,
a hug, the touch of a heart, a spark
in the darkness, a little pain
bleeding away.
Now, years I wished never to
survive gone by. Wings unfurled,
I need to share the joy that
fills my heart. Help new Friends
find blue sky.
Mike Walsh
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