Splinters of broken promises
Shards of shattered dreams
Embedded so deeply inside
Unmovable lest it pains us more
Hidden to all but those who seek
While the splinters and the shards
May never be completely removed
All is not lost while there is hope
Where there is a will, there will be a way
The hurt will slowly ebb
Sorrow does not forever last
Find solace in the arms of forgiveness
Seek shelter in the arms of love
Keep your eyes on the blessed prize
Life does not for a cursed day end
Be strong and be brave
For someday, you will be whole again
~ Passiflora, April 2005 ~
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