By Halves
When we are revealed
In diaspora
When we are outcast
Of Earth
When all we have is gone
Used up to stay alive
When there is nothing more than
Scant hope, threadbare-blown
Then we might turn to each other
In remembrance
Of promises we never
Broached
Wishing we could know each
Other now
C L Couch
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clcouch123 
March 17, 2018 at 2:25 am
Christopher, you sound like life is tough right now, and I agree with you somedays it’s everything just trying to get through the day. For you my friend, I think more than many people. I am most definantly praying for you as you have your surgery. Praying that as medicine & science improves you need less surgeries and can spend more time living and not worrying. All the best my friend keep hoping and remember there are many people who value you greatly and want badly for you to be well and to have enjoyment in life.
March 18, 2018 at 7:00 pm
Amanda, Thank you for your concern and your encouragement. Thank you for your prayers, for I know you pray with power. Goodness, what you say here is amazing. As Abraham Lincoln once said, “She ranks me.” Your friend, Christopher
March 18, 2018 at 9:51 pm
Your most welcome as always. 🙏🏻🤞