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Fear of CompassionThe woman on the bus had nowhere to hide,
Exposed to the world
While she cracked the sky with fingers like dead branches
And nodded at her grief,
Looking for answers in the sightless air.
She cried my tears
And scratched my eyes as she pressed a tissue to her face.
Like a statue, I watched her,
As her tears rolled down the insides of my granite cheeks.
I was powerless to move,
Yet pressed thorns into her side with my frozen granite hands.
My humanity crumbling to dust,
Will you share my silent guilt and unburden me
In our complicity?
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