We are here for one another,
To light the way,
To lift when life has brought low,
To soothe when heartbreak enters,
And it always enters in one way or another.
No matter how we fight and deny that it has our address,
Lock the doors and bolt the windows,
Attempting to hide away.
Sooner or later,
It knocks an unwelcome guest that stays just long enough to disrupt the day-to-day routine.
One is unavoidable.
In one form or another,
It comes for us.
It takes us down tunnels that never seem to end,
Draped in darkness that seems to have no culmination.
But everything comes to a close,
Eventually.
Regardless of how sweet or bitter,
Everything passes.
Compassion is the nectar of the heart.
Empathy the fruit of our souls.
We can mend that which is broken,
Enliven that which lies lifeless,
Tattered and torn.
We have the ability to heal one another,
To carry one another.
We are lighthouses,
Illuminating the jagged cliffs of uncertainty.
You are another me,
And I,
Another you.
Reflections of each other's triumphs and defeats,
Bound together by the subtle forces of interconnectivity.
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You