Amity

Strangers, wrestling, each with their own pain
Unknowingly, they are quite remarkably the same
Fearing abuses from others, themselves they hide
Needing the one to expose this cruelty to abide
However these were lost, hearts torn from flesh
Seeking to find, and sew back a tight mesh
The lattice once woven and destroyed in an hour
A friendship notwithstanding was turning up sour
Forlorn, forgotten, they traipse through the mire
Seeking and searching, they fuel a great fire
At last, breaking through to grab hold of a strand
Weaving and toiling, with every drop of time’s sand
Constructing and stitching a tapestry of luster
Giving their all, with every fiber they muster
A caring companionship has risen to its peak
Individuals no longer so wretched and weak
Rejoice! Rejoice in what they have found
For you too, may experience the ever sweet sound
Melodious friendship grow into a symphony
Lifting the blinding and bringing epiphany