Gently (a poem)

We must hold one another gently. 
The fresh wounds
     evidence of battles fought; 
The visible scars 
     proof of a difficult path traversed;
The unseen bruises
     testimony of a lived story. 
None of which
we may fully understand. 
We must hold one another gently. 
  — bshivers

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