a patchwork

how can people care
when they've barely touched lives?
ahh...but how can they not?
do the strands of connection
weaken because we haven't met?
or do they shine in all their
glory because of that?
you are out there somewhere
in the middle of your struggles,
your pain,
and your beauty -
and i am with you.
© Terri St. Cloud
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