We want so much to be OKAY,
but part of being human beings is being desperately
Part of being human is emptiness is confusion
Part of being human feels disconnected.
Being human in the modern world,
We want to be fixed,
To be whole,
To spackle over the flaws and gashes,
To facelift it,
but we war not against flesh and blood
We have to live with it.
Although it feels like stacks of jagged bricks
Cascading on my head, pummeling my body,
Bloodying me…it will pass.
The pain will
These shadows have become part of what makes me
Some wounds do not heal
Or if they do,
they leave behind their
gnarling our souls,
making us human to each other