healing the hurt

to live is to be
wounded
scars so easily form
trust so hard
to earn
is so easily broken,
and
goodness and kindness
seem rare commodities
people
are cold as a winter's wind
they'll rip right through
you �"
not everyone is a child
of snow
there are some worth
suffering for;
and
you'll know them
for they'll smile like summer
even when black roots
are dying
in the ice;
they'll help you with your
wounds,
and you'll heal them
when you do the same
in return.
- linda m. crate