Would you be proud of me?
If your weary eyes looked upon
me today and saw where my life
has led—the path chosen?
Whenever I think what we
possibly could have had is gone,
I remember the taxing strife
that left our house broken.
Those memories set free
only act as motivation
giving us the strength to unite
and find what was stolen.
Photo by Yukon Haughton on Unsplash
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