Take my hand
I will be strong, and
I will be weak.
The wind will bend me,
Shape me,
Break me.
The sun will burn and
Sometimes blaze.
And the rain will never fail
To fall.
But I will stand.
I will get back up.
I will keep my head held high.
But not so high,
I miss your hand,
Reaching out to take mine.
-Allison LaBine
Image & words by Allison LaBine
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