How do you convince
a drowning man to stand
when you don't have control
of his legs?
How can you explain
the brilliance of the sun
to eyes that have lost
their shine?
But passion!
But emotion!
But nothing,
but silence.
How does the lover
shed no tears
while the fight rumbles on
around them?
How do you explain to
the world that it's not
broken,
yet you are here to help?
How do you rise
after burrowing inside
of a beaten rib cage?
Where do you turn
when the aid you gave
is needed to survive
on your own?
Why must you convince
a drowning man to stand
when he must learn to
kneel for himself?
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Walking Travestys
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