Subtle Savior

I guess I am afraid less

to be judged, than

to not connect.

You won’t want to know

my logic so perceived 

might also be yours.

That one thing can alert

like a pinch or sting,

brings a dread.

And it confirms a hope

hides within the pursuit, 

only by reaching.

But it is easier to stop

thoughts, stop pulling pain

from wounds ripped open.

If not now, then when?

And who is it understands 

better such responsibility?

Do not allow diversion 

from the hand that extends 

into the darkness to connect.

A simple act without pressure

reveals many unsung truths,

dries tears with smiling eyes.


◄ War Wounds

Symbiotic ►


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