Quietly and joyfully living each day
In a way
As it should be.
Free.
Unencumbered by abuse, misuse, trials and piles
Of things that maim the tenderness inside
The Kindest Heart.
She walks in the valleys while soaring above the clouds
Proud.
Laughing loud.
Finding calm where others don’t see
Peace.
She projects an understanding that says
It’s all right to find the best.
Leave the rest.
A mess, time and time again.
The climb to better health only to be beaten back down again
By forces inside ravaging her cells
By forces outside.
Cowboy boots kicking, voice screaming, shoving, shouting,
pushing anger of one she loved with all of her Sweet Heart.
Above and out, destroyed, rebuilt
Over and over again.
Nothing can touch the eternal light given.
She knows. She loves.
She lives the secret of the Good Heart.
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