Jannek Viegas
I’m here with you.
Our feet are bare at the beginning of a long walk.
I know the field looks empty now.
It’s not. The seeds are still growing.
Do not learn the lessons of heartbreak.
The wisdom of sorrow is a lie.
It will tell you wolves are a mercy,
that a bare field is acceptable.
If you need to rest let’s do it now.
Drink water, sleep, hold yourself.
Save your voice for when it’s time to scream.
I won’t lie to you, though.
The wolves are coming.
In your heart is a knife
but also a harvest.
When it’s time,
use one to protect
the other.
Leslie J. Anderson
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