I wear purple
For the girls
Who stare out hospital windows
As they bring spoons to mouths
And briefly smile
At the girl at the table beside her.
They eat to stop
The purple creeping up their hands
When their heart beats slow.
I wear purple
For the girl
Who wrote me a note
In that little prayer room
Haunted by sanctity
And ghosts of souls in pain.
We are united in this suffering
But also soldiers in our courage.
They do not know our strength
For it is hidden.
Our limbs may be shrunken
At our most afraid
But our hearts are ever beating
So strongly
Our bodies can not contain them.
I wear purple
For the hand upon my shoulder
When tears begin to fall
And land in bowls of cornflakes.
I wear purple for girls
Who close their eyes
And open their hearts
To something different
Than they used to do
To survive a day
In a world
Unaccustomed to their sensitivity.
💜
