Day 10 of My Personal Challenge to Write a Poem Each Day in April 
in Honor of National Poetry Month

Credit: 贝莉儿 NG on Unsplash


Keepers of broken human pieces
In secret, sacred places;
Guardians of the discarded, 
The displaced and the misplaced;
Pluckers of the shattered shards
Like shrapnel from oozing wounds;
Wipers of lava hot tears
And drops of icy blue blood;
Holders of hands — withdrawn,
Unextended and hidden;
Wrappers of limbs — cold, shivering, 
Damaged, and missing;
Encouragers of the discouraged,
Forlorn, frightened, and forgotten;
Guides for the lost, the wanderers,
The seekers and the questioners;
Menders of the torn, cracked, crushed,
Sliced opened, and blown up.


Celestial and earthly,
Seeing the human in the inhumane,
Finding exceptional in the mundane,
Upholding justice, truth, and grace;
Never abandoning this human race.


Keepers of broken human pieces
In secret, sacred places.

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.