I Help, Anyway
I am a helper.
When I see a fallen soldier
I am shaken —
Called to action.
I don’t see the scars
I don’t know the story.
I help, anyway.
I am a helper
Who saw a wounded soldier
The marks of battle were fresh
On the flesh
But I could not see them.
I help, anyway.
I am a helper
And I saw a shell
Of what was
Lingering
in the sadness
Post-apocalypse.
I don’t have much to give,
I help, anyway.
I am a helper
Who heard a small voice
Of loneliness and tragedy
The depth of which
I could not apprehend.
I don’t ask many questions.
I help, anyway.
