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.
The Therapy of Words 