Haunting Mid August

god save you and god save us
my strength is worn and weak in the face of all these burdens
or, is my soul resilient to carrying on and carry the burden of my empathy
my tears do flow in the mid August heat
my heart aches as much now for her and for all those we, the helpers, could not save
after the traumatic stress, as years go by,
the events are remembered in the ghostly dim or a cessation of empathy
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