6 Poems About Burnout
When You Ask How I’m Holding Up, I Want To Say This
The Fringes Of Society Are The Center
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Witness Rachel At Akivah’s Feet
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What might have happened, how might the situation have turned had this humble mother in rags not been Rachel?
Yesterday, I Witnessed a Man’s Death
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And then I see that which I can not un-see. What it looks like when a car so barbarically hits an elderly man. What it looks like when the Angel of Death wrestles Man. What it looks like when spirit starts to fade from matter.
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