Sanctuary
Would you be proud?
All the lessons you've taught me
The letters you kept me writing
Hands so worn with lead
You've left behind
Not by choice,
The last words,
You give are..
Poetry, all that you have left
You give it the best you can
Keep writing what you're feeling
No matter the pain
No matter what they are saying
Keep looking up
These words will be your relief
Keep writing
I'll be here cheering
We won't meet again,
But you can find me,
If you just keep writing
Never let this one thing go
It will be your sanctuary
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