Sometimes,I doubt the courage My bones are made ofAnd then,A breath finds her way inAnd her way outThe half-way-almost-full moonSmiles down;My heart sighsAnd quietly whispers:I remember.

choose your words well(be honest, be true)butabove all else,be kind

And then,There was a loveShining so bright,That even the darkest partOf our heartsFelt the warmth

It's our willingness to be vulnerable that will heal us in the end.