My insides they ache,
Like a quick stab of a blade,
And I feel it
As it stretches
From my gut
To the pathways
Of my tears as they pour,
Just one day more,
Waiting and hoping,
Longing and missing
My people.
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It’s like a hole
Or a chasm,
It’s ever expanding,
Wider and wider,
Farther and longer,
Till next time,
Till later…
Will it ever feel better?
Or will it only get harder
To say someday to
My people.
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Like a thief in the night,
The memories steal through my mind,
Of fierce friends and those times
Worth a heart thump
And a murmur
Of contentedness
And wonder
At the blessing
Of big skies
And soul brothers and sisters:
My people.
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And like the rhythm,
Like rhyme,
They come back fresh
In my mind,
So familiar, yet far,
Like a memory
Torn apart,
Never meant to be fractured,
Always cherished,
Held precious –
My people.
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Their lives they roll on,
I’m the one that’s lost
On the waves
And the wreck
Of good days far spent.
You’ll blink and they’re gone;
You’ll turn, you’ve forgot.
To recover at any cost,
That’s the mission,
Find what’s gone:
My people.
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Bring me back,
Pull me in,
Remind me I’m your kin.
I’m your people
And you are mine;
Do whatever you can to find
The wanderer and the stranger,
The hurt and the forsaken.
Never doubt they need a friend,
A person they can call
My people.
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