Readers’ poetry from the Bury Free Press of Friday, September 6

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This week’s poem, by John Radford, is called Where?

There is a fire burning in my heart,

an earthquake that tears my soul apart.

Storm clouds gather in my brain,

those four winds blow in more pain.

Where is the breeze to blow my dirt?

Where is the sun that heals my hurt?

Where is the rain to quench my drought?

Where is the love that drives my fear out?

Icicles form inside me,

I have a heart of stone you cannot see.

A head of steam pumps in my blood,

there is an iron fist in my velvet glove.

Where is the breeze to blow my dirt?

Where is the sun that heals my hurt?

Where is the rain to quench my drought?

Where is the love that drives my fear out?

Your eyes look, but don’t see me at all,

my voice is loud you don’t hear it call.

My hands are reaching out to you,

but do you really care what I am going through?

Where is that breeze to blow our dirt?

Where is that sun that heals our hurt?

Where is that rain to quench our drought?

Where is that love that drives our fear out?

Then I see truth through tears that flood,

words cut deep and etched in blood.

There is someone, I have no doubt,

who can heal us from our insides out.

He is the breeze that blows all the dirt,

he is the sun that heals all the hurt.

He is the rain that quenches all drought

he is the love that drives all fear out.