I love him in the darkness When the differences fade away In the dimmest of lights he shines His voice sure but quiet Filling the cracks we’ve sealed between us. I hold to his presen(t)ce. This is the one I love.
In the daylight of the mundane Is struggle. The differences strike with feathers of pain Invisible pain of staying present Being focused The mind lost in what to do Safety in inaction. Moments slipping by. Who am I?
I care about telling the untold, behind the scenes stories of families who support members with brain injuries, especially the spouses who are the unsung heroes of the relationship.
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