then issued Her a cane (8/30)

I apologize for not being able to sense your power and yield to its utmost strength.

Don’t tell me those stories you don’t speak of
Or secrets that purge through your veins.
Still is your mind as it floats among
An unintended river
Still like the rain was before her storm
A mind soaked and stuck

The force it took
To push back those streams
Your face could so easily render
Is something I did not see
In you and in them

And men became men
Or the men they would have never been
Before then

Despite the vigor of your will
Broken are your levies and your arms as
they cannot reach all of them.

If you only knew it was not you
who left them behind
Or crippled them then issued
Her a cane
as if she could not tread and stir
those troubled waters alone.