The struggle yields rich rewards
discoveries of treasures within self
that a society prefers to hide
lest discomfort infect the crowd
you faced this on many fronts
my friend of cloth same as mine
though the shade may differ some
I recognize the weave of my soul.
Each a snowflake in life's storm
with equal gravity exerting pull
still the die is sometimes cast
to tug the crystal out of line
this was your fate that I observed
admiration stoked by the fires
that burned hot against the gale
asking all to feel love.
Now the battle has pressed on
meeting worse of circumstance
please find solace in the thought
another found strength in your toil
so I'll nod to show my thanks
another snowflake seeking grace
wishing comfort for all our kind
acceptance found through your work.
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