Kathleen Wenaden is a mother, medic, pilgrim, and poet. She is a GP in Hackney, London, and is nourished by writing poetry. She is on Twitter/X: @Kathleenwenade1
They look me in the eyes, expectant.
The urge for fixing, for making better
Ingrained in each heart.
A hard metallic edge coats mine
Yours too.
How can I peek around its edges, to see you?
I give no answer.
I give nothing more.
I have nothing left to give.
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