Searching

Poetry and other random thoughts from a wandering mind and a searching heart!


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Can you hear me?


Can you hear me?
Do you see?
Will you sit in the dirt with me?
Even if you don’t understand,
Can you offer your presence?
Will you be my friend?
Can you save your lectures,
Your miracle fix?

Can you let me weep
And acknowledge my pain?
Can you come back tomorrow if I feel the same?
Can you hear me?
Do you see?
Will you sit in the dirt with me?

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Your Palette of many colors


I came to you with my darkness and my pain and my need

I wanted to be heard, to feel your compassion and your understanding

You came with your box of brilliant colors and tried to paint my world in blues and yellows and pinks. You negated my pain and told me how blue and yellow and pink were so much better than black and grey. You left and I wept for my own pain and for your inability to weep with me.