Handling Better Times (without the handle bars).

Here:
in this home I thought I had dreamed up,
the walls no longer vibrating,
the tears no longer shaking,
the anger washed away
like yesterday's fit of raging proportions.

And I can relate
to those freshly in love-
the taste of magnificence,
the beauty of new life
all because he made a smile-
something I had forgotten
was possible after loss.

Abuse is still sketched
upon his bones...
but you can see
that his nervous blame
is fading away,
and all that's left is
room for confidence
and something called
love.

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Robert: God & I love you! Keep being you!