Over the years
I have realised that
The only way to get over
This overwhelming sadness
(Perhaps of loss and scarred remains)
Which descends like a blanket
Of cold night stars
My warm blood
Slowing turning Cold
Cold like my collar bone
Over the years,
I have begun
To depend on transferring it
To a cause larger than one life
So I have a shelf of them
Like a collector's prized possession-
On Rwanda, Bosnia, Darfur, Gaza.
I have realised that
The only way to get over
This overwhelming sadness
(Perhaps of loss and scarred remains)
Which descends like a blanket
Of cold night stars
My warm blood
Slowing turning Cold
Cold like my collar bone
Over the years,
I have begun
To depend on transferring it
To a cause larger than one life
So I have a shelf of them
Like a collector's prized possession-
On Rwanda, Bosnia, Darfur, Gaza.
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