She showed me
Strength is a beautiful
Gift shining from within
But weakness is okay
We can’t always be
The one to win.
She showed me
Tears had the power
To heal
And laughter
Is often a gift
To see us through.
She showed me
True beauty comes
From within
And brokenness is
Rarely what
It seems to be
And physical pain
Hurts far less
Than the pain
That pierces your
Soul.
She showed me
Life is a gift
A treasure to
Be cherished.
And she showed
Me
Life is
Fleeting
Each day passing
In the blink of
An eye.
She showed me
Courage
Does not always
Shout
Sometimes
It whispers
With just enough
Voice to be
Heard.
(C) Michelle R Kidwell
Feb.28.2022
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Michelle Renee Kidwell
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