Relief

pain written
in lines
upon the face,

brought to life
with the lash
of a word,

know the stinging tongue
is not meant for you,

its cause unknown
to those without -

we are not the only ones
haunted by demons -

though we might offer respite,
we have our own burdens to bear

we walk alone together,
each carrying our own experience
of the world's hurts,

this is the relief
we have to offer
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The Right Words

too often these days
there aren't the right words
to describe the emptiness -
the gutting that leaves us hollowed out
questioning all we thought we knew -
as the horror of living 
strikes so close to home;

what do words matter
when we feel impotent to impact change,
when our lives are held hostage
by those who see only themselves in power,
when the only ones that make sense are:
"why does this keep happening"

until we find a way to change -
to make ourselves heard -
we'll always be inadequate,
searching for the right words
to make sense
of senseless pain
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