Sitting on a bench, waiting for a savior.
Eating from their box of chocolate covered pain.
They offer bites of sweetness gone bitter.
Conditioned loans disguised as loving gifts.
I sat with them and shared until queasy.
Then hit the road, tear waved upon the trip.
My home is on the road labeled as less traveled.
Went far to look and only had to see.
These hands will touch and further learn of healing.
Fairy dusted words will flow on Divine wind.
Paths to learn, the mountain peaks are calling.
Almost benched but now tasting life’s warm kiss.
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