Like mountains link arms
and stand stronger for 
being beside one another.
I want to be, too, strengthened,
and to shoulder the weights and
withstand the storms,
look forward to years,
let the forests' growth
show the time we have passed
hand in hand.

I worry instead that I am eroding
slowly into desert particles.


Unknown said…
One whose heart is regenerate never erodes. Rather they lose all that which hides their beauty. Some by wind and time and some by dynamite and drill. Always taking shape.
Always becoming beauty.
As are you.