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In the hard days

the hardest days of my journey

through the garden

of weeds that plagued my mind

the trip became easier

just to know

that you felt it too

the waves of my pain

blended with sunlight

the distant grumbling of coming lightning

mixed with the colors of spring

the bouquet that you bring

into my tangled thoughts of thistles

to show me that you felt it too

the aching of someone in need of redemption

as I faced a horizon

polluted by the thorns of depression

telling me that there was nowhere for us to go

that I would be better off alone

it was your arms that carried the weight of my bad ideas

it was your love that carried me through

to the flowering field of a healthy life