Response:

when the soul feels weak

one of the outsiders - always there to speak

one is constantly there

to calm, to soothe, to repair

to find the pieces overlooked or lost

somehow making them stronger - embossed

they let me find ME

funny how things go

how leaving brings joy and sorrow

tossing everything to and fro

never satisfied, but ere I go

i sit here remembering all

the times i've had a "Hard Fall"

realizing my feelings now - too familiar

to the ones, as I child, I felt - but scarier

the difference now - i am aware

of two lights, so genuine and painless and fair

they set me FREE

funny how things went

the laughter, the tears - never spent

but washing over - never repent!

for i will never 'sorry' for creating either of these 'dents'

so here i am

rhyming to both of your stanzae

i feel like a sham

next to your hands - boy, do i

but the trust i am also feeling,

the hopes, the dreams that are reeling

will get me past the drop off

and to that, i say, "TOWANDA" & "BLECOPH!!!!!!!!"