Time has a way of wrapping

Its  strong  tentacles around

The innocent.

It builds a road back to one’s                          

Beginnings, and insinuates

It’s self in the heart and soul

Of those vulnerable beings who 

Have lived long with heartache

And despair.

Time has a tendency to erase

The present and become lost

In the hallways of the past.

Those who have chosen

To connect and care for 

The wounded must be patient

And gentle in their approach.

They must  remember:

These are brave souls who 

Carry scars from the struggles

They have in their search

For wholeness and peace.

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