disenchanted and disillusioned,
we grasp at strands of compassion as the very footing of humanity crumbles beneath us.
fearing the absolute worst,
we run away from the scene of the crime rather than face the source of the fear –
fight the wrong.
and as we stumble in our haste to escape,
we find ourselves even further from the sanctuary of hope than when we began…
i pray for you –
i pray for me –
i pray;
one day soon –
though our eyes have been closed by choice –
we will see the path that leads to our salvation.
i seem to have an extra shovel –
lend a hand?
a grave for animosity –
another for indifference.
don’t we owe it to ourselves?
freedom?
no longer slaves to fear.
redemption –
recompense –
you do not have,
simply because you do not ask…
standing too close to the edge 