this bleeding
from my weakened soul
with no
feminine products in sight
no one offers a bath
they would
rather watch me drown
as I drag
myself to touch the hem of His garment
I am invisible
to the rest of the world
who turns a
blind eye to me
reaching out
to the shadow of the Almighty
who knows my
name
and never
forgets every detail of my life
even though
the dust has covered the road
that I have
walked many times over
trying to find
relief
and He says:
“Go and be
made whole”.
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