Giving hope in her dying breaths, that strengthen you for a lifetime.
When in your palms rests a sleeping world and heaven in sight.
When every ounce of your body is breaking, hurting, knowing that you’ll never hold that hand again, against all, you let go.
In a tree that is cut, but in bleeding silence grows again to let you live another day.
…love this is.
But beyond all that I’ve ever felt.