The Truth of Who We Are

our capacity for compassion
has always been found    
when we are collectively afraid;
the shielded flicker  
of our humanity    
has been hunkered down  
within these shells,  
long before we were asked  
to follow suit inside our homes    
that full-blown big love    
this heart-fluttering  
fully alive and breathing  
kind of love    
begins to seep slowly  
into worried conversations  
in times of unrest    
the secluded parts    
of ourselves  
carefully peek into the daylight -  
for some with squinting eyes,    
prompted by the fear  
we may never again  
hold this chance in our hands  
to express    
these precious bits    
we’ve been holding    
in our pockets  
our biggest fears  
typed and spoken aloud  
with shaking fingers  
and trembling voices  
offered up in sacrifice    
of ego’s iron rule,  
burned for the warmth  
of another,  
giving rest  
to weary and heavy spirits  
and easing clenched teeth  
balance will again settle    
into our bones    
the brave will begin  
to speak loudly,  
the dust of who we were  
will find its way to our feet;  
my hope sparks bright  
that we will be better for it  
for the sake of those    
still standing here with us  
and for those who can no longer  
speak at all  
Written by LunaGreyhawk
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