I write about my life and life itself seen through my eyes for who can write through the experiences of others if not their own?

Tuesday, January 22, 2008


You take the time. You read between the lines. You hold my hand and help me move ahead.
You defy adversity, you fight by my side. You are here; you care. You stay. It is you.

You make me smile. You enter my thoughts. Your hand encourages me. Your presence reassures me. My fear disappears.

I am no longer a child, I become myself.
I am not afraid.
It is you. You are here.

I am glad.
It is you.