Monday, July 25, 2016

Torn

A heart-torn
Batter and bruised-worn
A mouth- empty
Speech is gone
What is this in my hands?
Air, space, hands folded in grace?
There shape is familiar, I know it is important.
I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray
My speech.
My speech.
What is this in my hands?
Tears
Fears
Hope?
I cry, I cry, I cry, I cry
I plead
What is this in my hands?

A heart-torn

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