The sun rises on her today
And the next day
And each day after that
But she still cries
Her tears for those
Who never feel the sun
On their morning skin
And she knows her purpose
Has risen inside
And she cries
Daily Bliss – November 3
Waves of Tears
Waves of tears
Lapping at my feet
Waves of light
Trying with all their might
To get us to wake up
To hear their cries for help
And feel the sting of their salty truths
Against our indignant ears,
The putrid scent of death
And near extinction
Not yet pungent enough
To ride the wave of salvation,
Instead, slowly drowning,
Drowning
As the last wave crashes at my feet
©SpiritLed 2020
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