Laughs and Lobotomies

I think the first step to healing

Is to stop the tally

In dollars and cents

Shillings and pence

Of whose hurt is greater

Whose scars cut deeper

Whose burden is heavier.

I don’t want to compare

Just to share

The burden until we can put it down.

I’m sorry for what could have been, what isn’t, and what won’t be.

I’m sorry that my arms are also tired.

I’m sorry it has been far too long and far too far.

But we will keep finding our way back to each other.

Not to grieve and share the burden

But to love and share the joy

For what still can be, for what still is

For what shall carry on