March 08, 2013

Poem


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[October 11, 2012]

I am not your judge.
Your name says it all.
I cannot move you
I cannot catch you when you fall.
I did not aim to change you,
I never wanted to dissuade you
Only to breathe to you...
You are more than your pain
You are more than any innocence your father ever took from you
You are more than the lies that boy spit at you,
Falling on your 16 year old lips like sleet that never melts
You are more than your mother's absence.
You are more than the girl's kisses that fill you, but drain out when you look away.
I only wanted you to consider,
You only wanted me to shut my mouth.
I am not your judge.
I cannot build a bridge that you would only be intent on burning
I cannot build a bridge between you and me
I can only be a bridge between you and the One who
Makes innocent and melts sleet and sticks around and plugs up all of our holes
I am not your judge.
Your name says it all.


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