I Cry Out To You
I toil and I slave
in the shadows—
exhaustively I emerge
to your rescue
when you feel
the sting of grief
and the hot torrent
of tears.
I cry out to you
to behold me in the light,
but my mouth is closed
to pincers and restraining webs.
How it hurts
everything that I am—
that you see me only
in your pain.
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2021
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