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If I am going to
be folded like this
laundry, I hope
to be fresh-scented
& soft. It seems
life is intent on
turning me to stone.
A healer in need
of healing can
soothe the suffering
of another, if only
for a moment, because
they have shared
the same shoes.
I won’t pretend
to know what it’s
like to completely
wear someone else’s
skin, but I
can feel when
they whisper so
openly about
their difficulties.
Kindness is a
choice I naturally
make when a wounded
soul gifts me their
trust. How precious
that is. I handle
it with care because
that is a fragile
offering.
I want to freely
give mine too.
My voice may
quake, but my
truth will be
shared. I may
view myself as
shredded lint,
but enough of
it could form
a warm garment.
I want to enwrap
myself around
every human
interaction. Be
immersed in the
moments when
two broken ones meet.
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Thistle Thoughts 
A simple and beautiful poem! Warmth oozes out of the words! Loved reading it!
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Thanks, Dominic
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My pleasure Jennifer!
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a choice, and a skill. what a lovely poem.
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Thanks so much
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This is very very beautiful Jennifer. Life is about earning trust and sharing our vulnerable bits with people we can trust. That’s the root of friendship and love. Once again, beautiful
-Nitin
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Thanks, Nitin. I am trying to make some friends here locally.
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Wonderful closure to the poem, Jennifer.
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Thank you, Tash 🙂
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