Giving more of me in anonymity
Feeling alien in my home
Finding understanding with strangers,
Unseen, Unknown,
Still, there is rightness . . .
That my weakness remain disguised;
My strength is their comfort;
They watch and search my eyes;
So you, you hear my frailties;
You see the wavering faith;
And you give your shoulder
While I regain my strength.


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I'll be there and my shoulders are broad.