The world pauses
as I witness
my daughter
her soul
enraptured
my heart in two
bleeds.
The world pauses
as I witness
my daughter
her soul
enraptured
my heart in two
bleeds.
Our waking hours,
eyes open,
we fail
to see.
The day
is trivial,
superficial,
and despite its nakedness,
reveals nothing at all.
Is it any wonder
the world is in conflict
when we continue to speak
in universals and absolutes,
as if truth was known
and reality was witnessed.
These ultimatums
draw lines in sand,
that need not
divide us.
Language,
used irresponsibly
and clinically,
determines right and wrong,
left and right.
Pigeonholed,
and categorised,
we subject ourselves
to walls,
when all we need is
empathy and compassion,
not violence
and intolerence.