Bring me your fatigued self
that I might nurse your health.
You've been through so much;
focus on my soothing touch.
It's not something physical
nor anything clinical.
It's my soul touching yours,
impossible for human cures.
Feel the bleakness drain
along with the anguish of pain.
Allow the silence to flow in,
let the peace begin growing.
When the negativity is gone
have the courage to move on.
No more being sick,
you have both of our spirits.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
