The Power of Two

Looking into the kaleidoscope of your mind
reminds me of the cracks in my hands.
My hands to you, your mind to me,
deep and uncared for, a stark similarity.
Place your head in my hands,
let us weep together.
Pain is a tonne of bricks,
never weathered by the weather.
Work with me, fingers to clay,
place our hurting hearts into this wall
and then let us walk away.
You do not need to walk into each room
with gloom packed into a suitcase.
Let me help you unpack your things,
so that they may not drag you.
Disseminate your wearied woes,
overthrow them with the power of two.
One labouring worker may take a while,
you’ll feel better with a soldier beside you.