Rare Souls

Once in a great while, as we unassumingly pave our way through life,

We come across those rare, kindred souls

Who become for us mile markers on an otherwise uncharted road.

Opening up access to our most tender feelings, these gentle ones

Heal us from the inside out simply by accepting us exactly as we are,

Likeminded mirrors reflecting back our truest form,

Familiar beings that instantly make us feel like we are home

Softly extracting our hidden truths, our fervent hopes, our fears,

The only hands entrusted to catch our tears.

We hope they will outlive us, so we may never lose our footing

Within the empty spaces their loss leaves behind,

Savoring those moments when they walk beside us

Powerless to the passage of our limited time.

Oh, we must capture those feelings with kindred souls

Like jars of bottled synchronistic dreams and hopes

That we may open in times of greatest despair

To remind us of the hearts who dearly cared.

In memory of my Grandma, who was and will always be a kindred soul.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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