Sigh

My heart is heavy,
but it does not break.

It would break, for all that needs doing that I cannot do.
It may not be mine to do,
but I would still do it.

Fix, fix, fix.
I want to fix it. I want to mend it. I want to make it right.

Deep, deep, deep.
Deep are the connections we have, though we seem to miss it.

I breathe. I breathe.
I sigh.
I squeeze my eyes shut
and I pray.

It's all I can do.
Surprise, surprise.

I pray.

Instead of intelligence reports, read the poets

Poetry - at the/in the hearts of the peoples...

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