Tsunami

My tears,
my tears are not enough,
no healing salve.

My hands,
my hands don't have the strength
on their own, to lift up.

My heart,
my heart shattered,
where my ancestors were blind or
just
didn't care.

But together,
fingers interlocked,
my heart and eyes open and listening,
my tears a part of an ocean,

That is what I can strive to be




Poetry by SecretWords The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-04-15 at 20:47

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
A very well written ode to a empath!

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2019-04-16


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
You aptly convey both the insurmountable adversity and the urge to surmount it. Thank you for posting!

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2019-04-15