with feet bruised and clothes torn
hungry for the feel of grass
and morning dew between our toes.
Through hell we walked together,
hand in hand. A force so strong
knees of Gods would bend
if only they would understand.
Bruises, marks and scars
reflecting in light from the stars
like tattoos with voices
softly humming our names.
We do not look ahead.
There is no need to fear these tiles.
In time we will realize
that all we ever needed
is not in front of us.
It’s all right here.
We are right here.
Image from: http://andrea-reyes.deviantart.com/art/I-Just-Wanna-Hold-Her-Hand-165587233
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