When The Weak Come To Call
Do you have
enough scars
to help others
heal
Or wounds
that stay open
the past
uncongealed
Did you suffer
in silence
each moment
of pain
Did all hope
leave you orphaned
alone
and profane
Is your counsel
of value
when the weak
come to call
Can you see
through the trauma
and cushion
— their fall
(1st Book Of Prayers: May, 2025)
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