There you sit, all in tears. Leaning on me. Saying I give you strength, but it is you who is giving me the strength. To stand here. You who has the strength to survive, the strength to heal, the strength to tell me. And the courage to trust me not to hurt you like everyone else has. You are the one I look at everyday and say, (if she can survive, I can make it too). And I consider it an honor to be with you. The one who has no reason to trust anyone. But you trust me. So I will always be here for you. You are my strength, the one who shows me I can survive.
The one who makes me whole.
And the one who showed me how to love again.
The one who has the strength to Survive.

 

written by my husband, Zombie, on June 18, 1997.

 

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