At The Playground
At the playground
Children laugh and play
And I remember times when
Grownups came to say
'I'm hurting'.
What is this that draws us near
Each other
Fearing only that
Which I don't understand.
When you tell me
Of your hurts
We connect
Beneath the dirt of
What is real.
Spirits braiding
When I know
I'm not alone.
11-21-09
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