If a am the one to give the hand, The one who reaches into emptiness, What comes back? Whom? If I am the one who looks back to see What's left, What survived, Is it to see if it's there, intact, wanting to be saved? Or just to wave and continue? Life is full of circles of nothing, Of love and loss and complications. Life, it is a circle, yes, the one that grows In the middle of the forest. An invitation, an omen. I made out my peace today. Just today. I sat down and remembered all that was Loved and lost, almost forgotten. And I realized that my heart it's full of it. Of forlorn and memories and what if's... I sat and grabbed my pain and loved it, Loved it so much, like never before, Like no one has loved me before. It was not gone. It stayed, and I thanked her. So grab your pain today. Grab her by the hand, sit with her, caress her. Let her tea...