My therapy, where you speak to me
The trail is steep and as I climb high I hear an ambulance below
Why does it trigger me so?
My heart starts racing and I watch it navigate the neighborhood praying for the person it was called for. It triggers the pain and with tears in my eyes I hear this song "All I can do is think about you" I hear "Smile, I'm home". It always seemed you‘d meet me on the hill. I hear you.
High above this place we called home for a short time. We were here for a purpose and the purpose is now done. As I stop to write this I watch from above a bird soaring as the wind carries him away. Peace, yes son I will be ok. I thank God for this Hill
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