I had to tear my heart from my throat
As I walked by the mystery of you
You’ll never know this but I felt you
Absorbed part of your pain walking by
And I still carry it with me each day
A reminder of how hard life can be
You lying in the cold dark on pavement
Seeming to cry and scream at the underworld
I wanted to sit next to you, sing you a song
Or call someone smarter to help you some
But I didn’t stop because this was your fight
You were boxing with the devil, swinging hard
And I was a little afraid, a little bit on guard
I know what it sounds like to shout at God
I’ve fought my own army of demons
Nobody else could see or understand
I had to tear my heart from my throat
So I could say Give them hell young man
I really do hope you win
HASTYWORDS 
Even when we don’t see a way to help, still, we can hold out hope, and not stop noticing.
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HASTY – A wish for a warrior
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I hope they win, too.
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Sometimes just the fact that you had the thought is enough to spark something somewhere to move things forward. I, too, hope they win.
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I join you in hoping he wins! Thank you for your compassion 💜💜💜
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I believe our well wishes cause a rift and set things in motion.
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Absolutely the best poem I’ve read today. Thank you for speaking from what feels like my own heart. Thank you!
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Gosh thank you 😊
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