This was a guest poet on my blog. Her brother is also a performance poet and she comes from a very creative family.
I can’t help but fear, look to my species and tremble,- Mandee Carter – flickr creative commons
My heart cries for them by night.
My soul speaks to them by day and
my loving arms can never quite reach far and wide enough
to hold them all within my love.
They say – your time is precious and
your heart too weak to carry their burdens.
They say – take time for yourself,
don’t get in too deep;
but deep are the cuts they inflict on their frail and shaking wrists
deep, is the hole our society has dug for them and
deep is how far I will go in order to pull up the hands of those who need me.
They say you will burn out
but the only burning I feel is the fire of love in my heart.
The only burning I see are the tears
that…
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