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Best Poems Written by Elaina Lester-Dame

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The Hands That Healed

They cheered His name in the streets, 
palms waving, voices rising- 
Hosanna, they cried, like they meant it. 
Like they saw something holy. 
Like they saw at all. 

But the same hands that lifted the broken, 
the same hands that touched the 
untouchable, 
that wrote mercy in the dirt, 
were stretched wide, nailed tight- 
a love letter sealed in blood. 

"The hands that healed the blind were
pierced by those who refused to see"

Tell me, what kind of blindness does it take 
to spit in the face of salvation?
To trade a Savior for silver?
To drive nails through divinity
and call it justice?

He wept for them- 
for the ones who cursed Him as He bled, 
for the ones who hammered truth into wood, 
for the ones who walked away untouched, 
still blind. 

And yet,
even from the cross, 
He whispered grace. 
Even as they gambled for His last breath, 
He gave them love they did not deserve. 

Tell me, have we changed? 
Do we not still crucify kindness? 
Do we not still turn from the hands 
that would heal us
if only we reached back?

The hands that healed the blind 
were pierced by those who refused to see. 
And I wonder, if He stood before us now, 
would we see Him? 
Or would we do it all again?

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Numb

It's not sadness that haunts me. 
Sadness has shape.
Sadness has weight. 
Sadness weeps and wails and rips the air apart- 
It moves. 

Sadness is a storm. 
You can feel it crash through your chest, 
Leave splinters in your lungs. 
But you survive it. 
You know it's there.

Numbness? 
Numbness is the quiet aftermath-
When the wind has died
But the wreckage surrounds you.
And no one asks if you're okay 
Because everything seems fine. 

Numbness is not the fire- 
It's the ashes. 

It's waking up and feeling 
Nothing.
Not peace
Not pain
Not even that hollow ache that used to howl through your ribcage. 
Just static.
Just the blur. 

You walk through the day 
Like a ghost with skin. 
Laughing on cue, 
Nodding on time
Saying "I'm fine" so well 
You almost forget it's a lie. 

But you're not fine. 

You're disappearing. 
Slowly. 
Softly. 
So quietly that even you didn't notice at first. 

You don't cry 
Because crying would mean something hurts. 
You don't scream, 
Because screaming would mean
There's something left to fight for.

You just go still. 
You just exist. 

Not live. Not dream. Not hope. 
Just survive. 
Just... endure. 

And that's the horror of it- 
The normalcy of it. 
The way numbness slips into your bones 
Like it belongs there. 
The way you start to forget what sunlight
Used to feel like
Before it turned to wallpaper, 
Flat on the walls, like decoration. 
Not warmth. 

You eat, not because you're hungry- 
Because it's time. 
You sleep, not because you're tired- 
Because you can't bear to be awake anymore. 

People say "take care of yourself"
But how do you care for something
You can't even feel?

They ask what's wrong and 
You want to scream 
"I DON'T KNOW" 
"I JUST FEEL GONE" 
But the words rot on your tongue. 

Because numbness steals even that. 

And maybe the scariest part? 
You almost get used to it. 

You almost accept this half-life.
You almost stop noticing 
You're not really here. 

Almost. 

Until one day, 
You look in the mirror 
And realize you can't remember the last time 
You saw someone human 
Looking back. 

And in that moment, 
You understand- 
This. Isn't. Living. 

This is drowning, 
In a sea no one can see, 
Suffocating without sound, 
And wondering if anyone will ever notice. 
You've gone under.

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National Poetry Month

(Word Choices: Ghost, River, Shiver, Erase, Lush, Tender)

A ghost lingers where silence reigns, 
A shadow etched in sorrow's chains. 
Time moves forward, yet it stays, 
Trapped between the nights and days. 

The river weeps in endless flow, 
A mirror for the pain below. 
It's waters shiver, cold and vast, 
Carrying echoes of the past. 

How many voices have waves erased? 
How many footprints left displaced? 
Still, the current carves its song, 
A lament for those who don't belong. 

In fields where lush wildflowers die, 
The wind still hums a hollow sigh. 
A fleeting touch, so tender, brief, 
A whisper drowned beneath the grief.

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When you Forget

The weight of the world is heavy, 
pressing down like a storm without mercy, 
like headlines screaming despair, 
like another name, another number, 
another prayer unanswered- 
or so it seems. 

I carry the sorrow like it's mine to bear, 
like the cracks in this world 
are my responsibility to fill. 
I cry out "God, where are You?"
but my voice shakes because I've forgotten he listens. 
I've forgotten He's still here. 

Because when you remember the pain, 
it's only because you forgot His grace. 
When you see only the broken, 
you've turned your face from the Healer. 
When you drown in the darkness, 
you've closed your eyes to the Light. 

And oh, how easy it is to forget. 
To let the sorrow consume you,
to let the newsfeed dictate your hope, 
to count the wounds of the world
but not the miracles. 
To see the storm
but not the One who walks upon it. 

But He was there- 
before the tears, before war, before silence. 
Before the broken bones of humanity 
ever hit the dirt, 
He was already writing redemption. 

And He is still writing. 

Still turning ashes into beauty, 
still bringing prodigals home, 
still splitting seas for the lost to walk through. 
Still holding the weight of suffering
in His nail pierced hands. 

So maybe the world is heavy, 
but it is not heavier than Him. 
Maybe the night is long,
but the morning is promised. 
Maybe I feel the sorrow, 
but His grace is not a feeling- 
it is a fact.

And when I remember Him, 
when I really see Him, 
the pain does not disappear, 
but it no longer owns me. 
The world is still aching, 
but I am held. 
Still hurting, 
but not hopeless. 
Still waiting, 
but never alone.

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Gold Star Sadness

I get straight A’s 
I show up 
I say thank you 
I win medals 
And never cry
In public 

They say 
I’m so mature
So composed 
So impressive

But no one asks
How it feels 
To carry a coffin 
Of expectations 
On a growing spine

Being depressed 
When you’re “so good at everything” 
Is like drowning 
In a sea of applause 

Everyone’s clapping
While you suffocate

Because you’re not allowed 
To fall apart
When you look 
So put together

They see trophies 
Not the tremors 
They hear the speech 
Not the silence
Between breaths 

I’m the one they call 
When they need something
But I 
Don’t even know 
What I need

And the worst part is 
I keep performing 
Because I don’t know how to stop

Without disappearing

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You broke me

Every day
I get up and question my life
The things you did to me and my body
And now I feel unworthy. 
I feel it’s hard for others to love me
Even harder for me to love myself
I give up, it’s true
I hope out there
Somewhere 
You feel the pain that I do. 

I can’t even look at my body 
Without shivering at the thought of your hands on me. 
You broke me down, tossed me around. 
I took it. 
But this pain I can take no longer.

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Weak

They say I am weak
If that’s what they think
They couldn’t even stand
If they were broken like me 

Again and again.

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Lopsided

People say it's normal for some part of your body to be lopsided,
not everything is perfectly symmetrical.

What if it's my heart that's lopsided?

I think it's because parts of it slowly fell away 

After I entrusted it to you.