Welcome again to my Poetry in Progress. This particular poem was written in the days after the last of the valiant kids I’d lived with on the streets ended his life. It is one of many poems I’ve written for and about those dear people. All damaged strangers, they took me into their hearts, their home, and their lives. My journey through life was forever altered by their existence and forever bereft at their loss.
Glimpses Across The Barricades
The Tears We Just Can’t Cry.
Dedicated with love to all the kids from ‘The Palace’
By
Suzanne Burke
There are those that never cry them
Those tears that cleanse the soul
For the rivers they create
Will never make them whole.
The anger they hold to them
Like a dark defensive shield
Holds back a tide of tenderness
Only undamaged ones can feel
Dark dreams forever taunt them
Laughing at their pain
As they leave veins forever open
To bleed out in life’s rain.
And when the waves of despair come
They have no place to hide
No shelter can enclose them
They have no sense of pride
They are afraid to face a future
If their barriers they remove
In case a love should die there
Best unknown, to be so mourned.
The ending that they pray for
Lay waiting in the wings
And for some it is hastened
By sad choices their lives bring.
As for those still left standing
That seek a way to cry
They spend a life demanding
Just one reason why.
There remains no place to hide now
No safe harbor from the storm
Nothing to prevent the cascade
Of tears as yet unborn.
This is very poignant and moving.
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🌹 Thank you, Robbie.
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Reblogged this on Words To Captivate ~ by John Fioravanti and commented:
Suzanne Burke gifts us with verses born in emotion and steeped in life’s turbulent waters. I am moved. Please, read on…
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🌹Thank you, my friend.
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My pleasure, Soooz!
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Soooz, after meeting those kids in “The Palace” through the lines of your books, I feel profoundly moved. Well done, dear friend!
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❤️️ Thank you, John. Their imprint on the fabric of my life never fades.
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I can see why, dear. Hugs.
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Your writing always brings me to my heart, and with this poem, to tears that hid for years upon years. Thank you, dear Soooz, for guiding the masses “home.” ♥
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❤️️ Dear friend, we are warriors, you and I, and all warriors must find that place where it’s safe to cry. I count myself privileged to know you; for you too have that beacon of light that helps guide the damaged ones home.
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A moving poem, Soooz. The kids should be remembered and you are doing a fine job.
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🌹Thank you for your kind words, John.
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Oh my goodness, Suzanne! This is such a moving poem and your thoughts expressed so touching. Thank you for sharing it. 💐💝💐
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