Monday, January 15, 2024

walls fall all around us
barriers built to withstand
the onslaught protect
our soft parts from the
necessary harms of being
alive awake and alert
but it’s the unnecessary
hatred the fear-stoked
barrage that breaks us
blows our bricks to bits
what if we could refashion
this inglorious mix of worn
stones and blasted shards
if the key to compassion
is not buried among the
rubble but the rubble
itself if these fragments
wait to be made into walls
wide enough to hold us all

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