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Pillars (true love lets us find our feet)


It was not your fault, you are not to blame.
For with another open hearted person they would have done just the same.

 You believed in good, and please always do.
There is nothing wrong in loving something we believe to be true.

 But know this, it is inside of you- that love they told you were missing, they painted void and blue. 
You are not lacking- only finding your strength,
Never doubt your own pillars my friend. 

 Shame on those who sweep us off our feet, take us for a dance as they question our knees.
There should be no shame in getting in and out of a dance, a rhythm we were shaken to as we tried to stand.

 True love lets us take all the time we need,
it does not leave us feeling guilty for not jumping off our feet.
Neither does it pressure,
it gives us space to find within us what we need.

 True love lets us breathe.  


 -to my friend, a gardener










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