I easily sense the unfulfilled and suffering desires of silent needs.
Which typically finds my light to nurture, heal and please.  
I hear what most won’t say
I see the missing pieces
I feel their pain
Magically I became the hero known as the Sacrificing Pleaser.

Little Sun, sunshine cheeserays
Tan my pallet
Carbolishious little self-sacrificer; my mouth is
Forever an altar to your
Grace.

My stumach a womb to you; rest in the opposite
Of birth.

To Be A Sacrificer:

is to Be A Positive Disruptor:

On the Verge of Defeat

And rise still above it