Sunday, 27 March 2016

Give Me Eyes that I Might See

To witness one beaten down
Presents a cross-road
What then is called for?
A time to cast judgment?
(citing poor choices)
Or perhaps - to offer a ray of hope
Upon an otherwise dismal horizon

Self-love cannot be bestowed on another
However to share what you have
Well may momentarily reduce the sting of self-hatred
Change occurs in split seconds
Where time doesn't exist
Hope shines the way
To allow the next minute

What can possibly be gained
By one who has so much
Choosing to further punish
Rather than offer
The buoyancy of hope
Upon the sea of despair

Perhaps oddly
Described here within
Is not charity
Rather then, imperative
For survival and thriving both

MINE


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