It took me
the entirety of my youth
to realize
that
those who have been
the greatest founts
of soothing comfort
in my life—
those who have
hopelessly
opposed
the hurricanes
of my griefs—
were,
themelves,
storms that had been
lovingly
quelled,
and
I have learned
that
a saint is just a sinner
that
sincerely tries again
each
day,
and
I have found
that
a heartbreak is a terrible thing
to waste,
and
my life has illustrated
that
the person most robed
in compassion
is
usually
covering
the most
grisly
scars.