They told me to write this poem.

February 2

They told me to write this poem.

The dreamers said,

We are lost in thought and Realms uncharted. We need you to go and tell the People, tell them of what we have seen and dreamed and lost and won.

The sick said,

We are wandering in the desert of ourselves. We need you to go and tell the People, tell them of the dragons we slew and the homes we made from their bones where we pray each day for healing.

The mad said,

We are so deep within ourselves that we have lost the Way. We need you to go and tell the People, tell them that everything that glitters IS gold as long as you trust in the Holy word.

The broken said,

We are trying so hard and still we falter. We need you to go and tell the People, tell them that everyone has more than two wolves inside and that the ones you don't feed will feast on you anyways.

And I listened,

To the dreamers,

The sick,

The mad,

And the broken.

And they said,

It is all worth it

If only we can find

Each other.