Notes About The Poem
stopsoldiersuicide.org ~
Our Risings
We were worn from war,
emptied and exhausted,
with morose winter of psyche,
it took courage in calling,
crossing the dusky abyss.
We heard their collective
caring voices,
their calming connecting
reassurance.
They give their time just
for us,
it is now the morning of
our risings. ~
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