This world is made of opposites
and is unbalanced for now
but the wheel turns slowly
and the balance returns
the healers will always out weigh the hurters
so sit and heal, my friend
and know your own outcome
but remember to pray for the hurters;
the weak ones, the addicted ones,
the ones who can only dream of being
other than what they truly are.
You are blessed with such gifts of giving,
and sharing. Fear not the poor souls
who can only hide behind their sins
using them as crutches.
they will fade back into the woodwork
as do the roaches
when the light is shone upon them.
Remember you are loved.
for Julie, my friend
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