No Magic

Not one day

where I don’t feel lost

under someone else’s lines

merged within stories where I don’t belong

weighted by their astounding expressions

of emotions


The road I wait inside is not parallel

still, after a while, I fall unwell  

simply standing there


If only one could breed compassion

and just happen

to have it land in the proper fashion

The helplessness to care is tragic

each day another promised cure and yet—

there’s no magic


These words, I keep on turning

but they never burn away from heavy hearts

No time can render remedy  

hope cannot measure up

to tears unrestrained…refusing to choke out their voice

There’s no magic

only prayers for each soul’s best choice…

Carrie Gilbert 2018


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