(written for a survivor, from an ally’s perspective)
Hands over eyes confused and flood with tears
til thousand-years of war wreaks lesser woes.
They made you sip, unwilling, crouched in fear,
their poison cup of sick ideas so low.
The soul ignored, to violate your bones.
A fever boils in every vessel;
my rage, my hate for this has set in stone.
My shoulders – yours – for always to nestle.
But colorful and bright you shine these nights
with light to those whose rights were torn away.
Your soul so strong, your scars awashed from sight,
your heart – my heart – beating – compelled to say:
You’re wonderful…I’m oft in awe of you…
You’ve healed in full…proves I can too pull through.