Find me in the place where this road began
Before there were gnarled twists and turns
Before we knew the horrors of starless nights
When blindly we grasped onto hope
As if it were our last breath.
Find me in the place where there was warmth
Before winter began to wither signs of life
Before the cold stole away our resolve
To laugh through the rain
As if it were our last storm.
Find me in the last remaining light of day
When the air around us is quiet and still
When tears can finally be released
To heal as we have never healed before
As if it were our last despair.
The Therapy of Words 