Not Left Behind

Loosely woven is the story of life;

Delicate as gossamer butterfly wings

And fragile as a silken spider web beaded with dew.

It is tenacious as the little bird

For whom learning to fly is its strife.

Even when wracked with sobs of despair,

A flickering light of hope is kindled alive

By the spark of will to survive.

The spirit is strong, steadfast and true

When emboldened by faith

In something greater than suffering.

If you rely on your spirit, your inner truth,

Though your trust is blind,

Know that someday your hopes will be fulfilled

And you are sure not to be left behind.

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