I want to hold all you show me 
deep inside, 
in a memory vault with firm walls and 
indefatigable capacity to 
never lose people’s stories,
those whose courage to fight 
trauma though it hurts them
makes me forget 
my struggles for just a bit.
So play them now, these
stories queued one by one so
my resolve only grows
to join the soldiers who 
are rooted in Goodness,
fuel for the heart I am 
impatient to find.