Marie Cris Ponsaran


Make Me Your Haven 1

solitary soul, i see you pass before me
your body is covered in a thick smoke of blue and gray
i see your head bowed, shoulders heavy
your face clouded with sorrow and dismay

what ails you, dear soul, and makes you drag your feet
as if shackled heavily, invisibly and without hope
what sucks your spirit and makes you weak,
makes you tire of everything, unable to cope

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