Patience

Wed, 10/28/2015 - 01:22 -- Kat94

I am strong and I am steady.

On my toes and at the ready

A bleeding heart, a soothing song

A friendly smile, a healing balm

Rough enough, worn and weathered

With a wealth of patience that cannot be measured.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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