thoughts percolate...

 
my heart wants to believe the best of others
but my mind...
holds a catalogue in memory
having borne witness to evidence
entirely to the contrary

& heart views a glass half full
mind sees it half empty
in truth...
it bears the same contents
it is...what it is

as a feather
plucked from a wing
no longer capable of flight
left merely to drift

near weightless
at the mercy of a current
such is the wandering of my thoughts
where heart sighs
& minds flinches

because we are...
...all of us...
bearers of good...
& evil
bias...
& compassion

heart & mind in equal power
I choose heart
& mind sighs
acting in tandem
as it should be

welcome to the brutal beauty
of humanity