Solicitude Blunders

Solicitude Blunders

I wore my heart like morning dew—
fragile pearls on blades of grass,
drenched in care too earnest, too soon,
each glint a hope that dared not last.

I reached with hands of trembling light,
trying to stitch stars into wounds,
but kindness, poured from broken cups,
spilled love in shapes that felt like ruin.

I watched you drown in your own silence,
so I built rafts of whispered prayers—
but winds don't heed a bleeding voice,
and oars don't float on fractured stares.

My empathy, a wildfire hush,
blazed where it should have simply warmed.
I tried to be a soft landing,
but some falls aren't meant to be caught.

You called my care a cage of thorns,
a velvet trap of tethered grace.
Yet I had only meant to shield
your cracks from time’s unyielding pace.

Now I walk with shadows tucked in palms,
ghosts of comfort I misgave.
My tenderness—a map misdrawn—
led hearts astray I meant to save.

So here's to every misguided mercy,
to every hug that felt like chains.
To loving loud in quiet rooms,
and dancing blind through others' pain.

I’m learning now: not every ache
requires my trembling thread and needle.
Some storms must rage. Some souls must break
beyond the reach of gentle people.


The Knowledgetic steroid Aka Donald Knowledge Nhira