Polarized

 

unbalanced

incomprehensible

 

the psyche’s fight to it’s own death

 

only unarmored

 

can I find the centre of

this storm

and the next

 

in not realizing the wounding in my own history

 

I can not possibly understand

its impact in my interactions with others

 

ignorance and innocence

is not a choice

 

I need to stand in

the vulnerability of being human

 

listen

witness

discord and anger

pain and grief

 

their story

 

I cry out for lost innocence

 

to fight another is to disregard

my own unrecognized inner turmoil

a discomfort not yet safe to be known

 

Standing up

 

my heart and compassion intact

I can speak a coherent message

 

no guarantee of being heard

 

I offer this new seed

to the grave

of my ancestors

born to heal

 

it starts

©R.A.Roberts