Poetry: Brushing Across The Distance

Brushing Across The Distance

The convalescence occasionally is crushing

When left and right kin struggles

Not just any people, but those dear to you,

You want to reach out

And pull them all into your arms

Only realising arms are too small and few,

And they are with too many

Can't alleviate, can't ameliorate.

Our voices only reach so far

Our ears and eyes fail

As do our helpless hands.

But in this mind, in these words

A world is opened, for you

And you

This heart flies like a butterfly on faltering wings

Soft feathers brushing across the distance

The span of our vast world

To diminish pain

To lessen hurt

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