I'm surrounded by
the lost and the broken.
I walk alongside
the tragic and the fallen.
They feel alone and disconnected.
Abandoned by gods touch,
they lost hold of their own hearts.
Expecting me to leave, I
stand my ground.
Expecting me to detest and loathe
their distinctive ways
of coping with torment, I
kiss where the light enters them.
Because I know
how discomfort and torment
make you wish you could be
elsewhere.
Because I know
how anguish and despair
make you want to disintegrate
and drift away out in the blue.
And because I know,
there is no way I'm leaving
a butterfly with broken wings
to slowly wither and burn
in agonizing flames.
j.d.
