Suzanne Burke gifts us with verses born in emotion and steeped in life’s turbulent waters. I am moved. Please, read on…
Welcome again to my Poetry in Progress. This particular poem was written in the days after the last of the valiant kids I’d lived with on the streets ended his life. It is one of many poems I’ve written for and about those dear people. All damaged strangers, they took me into their hearts, their home, and their lives. My journey through life was forever altered by their existence and forever bereft at their loss.
Glimpses Across The Barricades
The Tears We Just Can’t Cry.
Dedicated with love to all the kids from ‘The Palace’
There are those that never cry them
Those tears that cleanse the soul
For the rivers they create
Will never make them whole.
The anger they hold to them
Like a dark defensive shield
Holds back a tide of tenderness
Only undamaged ones can feel
Dark dreams forever taunt them
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