Their sadness must be resting right below the surface
My walls too thin to hold mine it rises to be met
Tears caress my cheeks
Details of the war matter little in this moment
It is the heart of humanity, the pain of loss, the fear of pain, finding purpose, or maybe contentment in the lack there of that flows through me
Such complexity, my mind cares not to understand so I just allow the tears
I cry for soldiers, who's tears they never gave permission
May their souls know the importance of our shared pain
And may the caress of my cheeks give wings to their hearts
Note: this poem was written after walking past the Vietnam memorial in DC. These words are dedicated to those who fought an others war and for all beings who continue to fight our own inner wars. May our hearts be free.
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