i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

no i won't.

but it's so hard.

i just want to leave, over the oceans

and hide far away

my heart needs more healing still.

and yet, for those that still are looking out for me,

that are still waiting on me to be better,

to those that have said they would be there by my side,

who volunteered to fill up the hole inside,

and offered pieces of their own...

for those i will remain.

and for those i will fight.

i have come to relish the beauty of my friendships

and savor their depth and distance.

to those who have been there from all my beginnings,

to sher, to my army boys, to yj&bee, to my familay

and to those who have found me along the way,

to nick&janice, to toronto family

strength for beauty.

i won't run away,

i will carry on.

you'll see the scars on my knees,

and i'll wear them with pride,

for i fought the good fight

and i won.