by Brianna G. Harte
I ran into you a short time back
Your existence wavering in all manners,
All but one aspect.
Through the times, it has only swayed an inch
To grasp new grounds
Or examine your unease.
I lend you my hand in welcome,
Knowing it is not time to recover you fully,
But allowing for time to start moving beyond uncertainty,
A step toward being whole and stable.
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