Will you help?

by Butterfly   Apr 24, 2007


Bitterness calls.
Pride dissolves.
Self-image fades.
When names are named.
Silence fallows
through every turn
it cuts the heart
and leaves it torn.
Cry in the wind.
Reach out your hand.
Who will grab it
and help you stand?

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