this is for the savior of the broken,
the writer of the story,
the singer of the song.
this is for the conjurers of the calamity,
the poets and the poem,
the artist and the collage.
this is for the books,
the stories we weave,
the way they make us believe.
this is for the gamblers who lose,
but still play the game.
the dreamers who dream,
not afraid of the flame.
this is for the beaten,
this is for the ones who get back up,
for everyone who dares to move,
for those who keep letting in the light,
for those who stand facing the storm.
this is for the honest,
this is for the quest we don’t walk away from,
the puzzle we want to put together,
the lesson we keep learning.
this is for the blurry eyed star gazers,
the unabashedly flawed teachers,
the unapologetic hand-holders.
this is for you,