compassion fatigue

I feel split 
like a log, and life 
wields the axe.

One half happily
warms the hands of 
the cold and
lonely huddled around

The other threatens 
to catch 
a spark and combust 
on itself until there’s nothing 
but dust

Who helps the helper? 

Who listens to the quiet?

Reviews

[Nipplegrinder]

Forlorn

Contemplative

Important questions.

Lovely

[A Glow in the Pit of My Soul]

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