I have lived on two sides of the same hill
Held my head under water until my lungs ached I’ve counted stars around the world, and blades of grass in my father’s backyard I am privileged, and lucky beyond belief Forced into humility, down upon my knees I’ve seen the other side, the darkness, the anguish Walked the boulevard of broken dreams Stood at the bottom, my spine crumbling inside of me beneath the world weighing on my shoulders I felt an insatiable desire to destroy the ground I stood upon I was black and blue, barely breathing, when she called out: “I felt your pain. I came as fast as I could fly.” Her voice, the only thing that stopped the ringing She lifted me up, carried me when I couldn’t walk Through her, I found my place, my heart, my smile It was like a fog was lifted from my eyes The realization that life would never be the same I have loved the most precious woman in the world And lost her, more than once, often my fault Her touch, like an anchor that keeps me grounded She holds me like the horizon enveloping the sunset A gate ajar, a gravel drive, a white picket fence Years passed before I realized that she was home
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