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Kindred Spirits
by Mandy Barncord-Doerr

From the trenches
Our eyes met
Two battered warriors
Of life's conflicts
Scarred, bruised, and bleeding
We recognize each other
As kindred spirits
And for a moment
We are no longer disfigured
But radiant with glory
The discovery startles us
As we stand frozen in time
Unsure of what we should do
Then you reach out your hand
And I take it in mine
And we know in that instant
We can face life


Copyright © 1999, Amanda D. Barncord Doerr