in the faces of the dead
terror seeps into willing hearts,
there is danger of petrification
we could break at any moment,
fall to our knees, broken identities
will someone gather
the shattered bits of us?
it is just too hard, wars and
calamities, the kids at school
don't bother, we have no future,
put me in the trash
but there is always someone
willing to put us back
you know her, the one who smiles
and tells us that it's going to be alright
how did she learn this resiliency
when she still suffers alone?
we wonder if we will
have that strength, the might of her soul
a mother's words come to us like blessings
down there on the floor
she'll tell you that she's been there too
and no one to lift her
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