We wade into some relationships, unsure and ready to bolt.
We walk into some others, thinking all will be well.
Some glide us through, like on a gentle feather.
Some fling us about, like a raging tornado.
Some carry us away, like an ocean's powerful sway.
Some guide us through turbulence, becoming our own little parachute.
Some keep us grounded and secure, like the roots of an age-old banyan.
Some leave us scarred, like the old burn mark, that stings a little even after the years.
Some hold our hands and wait for us to lead.
Some lead us out of darkness, like the moonlight on a dark night.
Some stand by our side, and some fester in our hide.
We wade into some relationships, unsure and ready to bolt.
We walk into some others, thinking all will be well.
Life is all about the sum of these relationships and the lessons we learn from them.
We walk into some others, thinking all will be well.
Some glide us through, like on a gentle feather.
Some fling us about, like a raging tornado.
Some carry us away, like an ocean's powerful sway.
Some guide us through turbulence, becoming our own little parachute.
Some keep us grounded and secure, like the roots of an age-old banyan.
Some leave us scarred, like the old burn mark, that stings a little even after the years.
Some hold our hands and wait for us to lead.
Some lead us out of darkness, like the moonlight on a dark night.
Some stand by our side, and some fester in our hide.
We wade into some relationships, unsure and ready to bolt.
We walk into some others, thinking all will be well.
Life is all about the sum of these relationships and the lessons we learn from them.
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