The in Between
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I wish not to return-
To begin at a page many chapters behind
folded places to mark all the impressionable parts
(not too many I am afraid)
But sometimes in the story with a breaking of hearts
I left stains on the paper from my depleted tears,
underlined with red ink I may find
all the reasons to explain my deep fears
and go back on the story to connect I may try
all the dots from the long tedious chapters
the in between understanding the reasons
why a story begins with a cry
as it ends with the changing of seasons-
–
H.O
“And in the fall, the cold would wither that which was known, scattering new seed. In the spring, that which had been sleeping awoke and a new season of beauty began. For Life seeks life and builds a bridge across the darkest valley.”
― David Paul Kirkpatrick, The Address Of Happiness