I move as a maid amongst the fallen,
I hear them calling,
Reaching out and stalling,
And I have no strength to haul them,
As I myself am crawling.
In this land of the broken,
Where tragedies lie unspoken,
Demons rend their spirits open,
Yet still they wait there hoping
for a saviour to unyoke them.
But it is not me.
I too am on my knees,
I am united in their pleas
And still they do not see…
It is not me.
Photo Credit: “Girl Enjoying Freedom in a Wasteland” by macinivnw – Deviant Art
Serena Malcolm 
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