In the month of hearts...you will come, I'm told...
Light-hearted, rugged, smart, kind, and tall...

Move on...carry on...do this, and wait...
For you will come...
And you will see...me...
I'm told.

Someone just for me...to heal me.

Precariously teetering...
Is this my pain? Or their pain?
Easy to confuse the two...
Careful not to confuse the two...

Beautiful it may be to feel the aching of others..
and gifted to soften their sorrows.
A cliche'..."I understand"...
flies overhead, unnoticed and unheard.
But the touch...the touch...
sends ripples through the soul...
speaks unspoken kindness...
a mending taking hold.

I await...awhile...
allowing a faint smile...
Imagining someone healing me.

Amor Vincit Omnia

Love conquers all,

and heals too, surprisingly.....loved the flow and wording of this, the ending was superb.....

Thank you
glad you like!...lol...and "understand"

I think honestly, we're all here writing for a good old-fashioned healin'!

"Precariously teetering..."

i love all this implies...


very good write, rich in texture yet somewhat subtle in the approach.

well done...

Thank you too KC...

It's always interesting to hear any kind of affect or impression people are left with...