You wore your sadness like a cloak.

No weight to bear you down

Shimmering light lifting from within.

Eyes brimming with tears you pleaded

With me to make you laugh.

But how? What tall order is this?

Comedian on demand?

To bring forth laughter from tears ?

I am no alchemist,

No two bit fair raise.

I do not know how to please on demand.

And yet…

And yet…

Those smiling eyes,

So tired and sad;

Saddle bags packed with

The newness of heartbreak.

I can’t stand to see

The pack train leave

Without another on the string.

And so…

I trail along, plodding

As horses do,

Picking one single wildflower

At a time.

A glimmer,

A laugh,

A sparkle,

A shine,

Making a bouquet;

Humoring the wilderness

With the bewilderment

Of being human.

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Author: Brooke Edwards

Image: Ryan McGuire/Gratisography

Editor: Erin Lawson