Quiet Plea Poem by Bien Nathaniel Gerodias

Quiet Plea



I am a candle burning steady
though the wax melts unevenly
longing for a hand that steadies the flame
without being asked

My roots run deep
yet the soil shifts beneath me
and I wonder if the wind knows I lean
without ever bending

I do not call out to the stars,
but my eyes linger on them a little too long
hoping they understand the words
I will never say.

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