It gives me another reason to
Rise every morning like the sun
Whenever I think about the
Pain that I can alleviate in somebody
Else's heart and soul
Mind and body.
Nobody can take away my will
To be a human being that chooses
Softness instead of closed fists across cheek bones.
I'd rather kiss them.
Seeing broken shards of people
Everywhere I go hurts me beyond
What words I can write down intellectually.
It gives me another reason to
Give hope
Instead of despair that drowns.
I'd rather fill up a cup that is empty
Than to pour it out
barely quenching
The thirst of a ground only wanting blood.
