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
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Written on 2019-04-15 at 20:47
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