We all must stand up and load the fallen on our backs
We all must carry the weight of their promise
It becomes our burden when their love is cut like a rose
And it is we who lie bleeding eternally,
Unless we can find the path they so recently forged to a hopeful garden
and wrench its gates ajar.



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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

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