Troubled souls
Have had their space invaded
Children shouted at neglected hurt
Abused and disabused of love
They close the shutters
There doesn’t seem to be
A help above
Interrogated interviewed examined
They block all approaches from the front
But walk beside them over moors and meadows
A gentle conversation can start up
Direct approaches trigger warning shots
Who goes there a vital thing to know
But walk along and look to far horizons
And inside stories come out for the air
I’m not a job for any Mr Fix-it
I’m not a thing that has to be resolved
I’m a person I’m a precious human being
Let’s walk together walk together slow
Brian Fahy
24 April 2021
Erris Poetry 