the inked wings on your chest
glow in the reflection of the glass
if you couldn't have had them on
your back this time around then
what better place than over that
ticker allocated with so many tocks
and people see the feathers you
shed, those many things that make
this fragile existence a tad better
everywhere you go you leave
that tell-tale trail in roaring
laughter, lightened moods, in
drained anxiety leaving calmer
spirits who have known you
as a patient and tentative ear
you had learned from some of
the best in giving what you can
and knowing there are some
no matter how much you may
want to help, you just can't
those regrets may pool in your
far away stares or in the bottom
of the reflection in the glass but
the need and certain promise
there are so many more yet out
there you have yet to share a
warm chat or mere understanding
glance with, those and that is what
pulls you from your sleep and
into the place where you make a difference
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