Oh My Sister

A heart stepped on
Spikes nailed in your mind
It's hard to find
    just who your supposed to be
To share with
Someone who can see

But that heart still pumps the blood
That mind still thinks
and I think
You're just going to have to make due
Offer what's left
To whatever you can find
    to give it to
In time
Those undamaged parts will grow
A desert gets smaller
The smell of a flower gets stronger
Those nails will corrode away
    and a heart strong with love
    can make a mark in this world
And in the end they will say,
    "Glory to the woman who was raped, beat scared
    and still cared"

By:  Roger Harkness


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