It has been years, but feels so close
All my kindness
Taken for weakness
Wrestled from me to preserve you
To mold the clay
So it would stay
Full heart ahead, though missed the boat
It was your highway. Your ship.
Your steering. Friends and family cheering.
No warning. Not a blip.
Oh, hushed October autumn day,
Thy drenching rain
On display through beveled glass.
Inside, it’s time, but there is no melody to lead me.
Silent steps, swishy dresses
Hisss, hissss, hissss
Into the snake’s nest
Red flags unfurling, cloaking and silencing me.
Selflessness until no self left.
A decade of despair and doubt,
Save the children.
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