who knows
where this will finish,
when it does
all we can do
is make certain
we have prepared,
that we have emptied our tanks
of life and left
our good works behind
knowing that we have
done the work
to lift others -
to help them
find their best selves -
these are the thoughts
that must drive our work -
that carry us -
when the days
present their challenges
Tag: living
Relief
pain written
in lines
upon the face,
brought to life
with the lash
of a word,
know the stinging tongue
is not meant for you,
its cause unknown
to those without -
we are not the only ones
haunted by demons -
though we might offer respite,
we have our own burdens to bear
we walk alone together,
each carrying our own experience
of the world's hurts,
this is the relief
we have to offer
Playing the Victim
in these darker days
too often have I looked inside,
finding the wounds
of impersonal slights,
I have drawn the hurt
upon myself -
welcoming it with open arms,
wallowing in its pain -
to what end,
who am I
to interpret the world,
turning it into a burden
I feel
I alone
must carry,
I am not
the axis
upon which
the world turns