Unrested and ragged,
You jump
From
Place to place,
Stealing from yourself
What's too hard to face.

Untrusted and unsure
You run
From
Signs of love.
Looking only backwards,
Instead of up above.

Guarded and destroyed
By
History's war on you,
Bleeding out skepticism,
From everything you do.

Grounded and prepared,
I wait
For revelation,
Hoping yours will come,
Minds can be a nation.

 

Heather Zir 2002

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