I grieve
I feel uncomfortable
Doubts
Tears running down my cheeks
My Heart aches
I mourn
Shame
Guilt
Disbelief
A multitude of feelings
Emotions
Perspectives
Waves in this ocean so vast
I feel
Inside
A scream
No more
No Sir
No ma’am
Just NO
I stop
I stop
I quit
I sit…
The rules
Who do they actually serve…?
I wonder
Questions
No answers
of logic arise
The Heart breaks out
It cries and cries
I realize
it’s time
to BE
No longer ruled
by anyone
other than
ME
The ME inside
I tried to hide
to run away from
Fight Fright Flee
I sigh
Which decree
has ordained ME
to obey
when that was against
the ONE
whom I’m
devoted to…?
I close
Chapters
in a book so old
it stinks
of
made-up stories
of
I’m right
it’s all your fault
But when we can not breath
anywhere
When we’re gasping for air
When we start to fight Each Other
for justice that’s not there…
How’s that for the puppeteers?...
I imagine
A world that’s free
Where I plus You and You
means WE
And…
if I was you
How would that be then
for me…
My hurting you
would then hurt me
My scolding
My condescending conduct
would not uplift
but deconstruct
and devaluate
me…
and thus partially
HUmanity…
isn’t that lowering
the power of you,
of me,
of
WE?...
But if I would learn to love
with all my Heart
How would that be then
for a start?
Would it help to allow -
instead of
waving away -
myself to grieve
To be wíth discomfort
doubts and
uncertainty?
To mourn
for it was We who have forsaken
WE…
and Thee
If I could learn to love
ALL of me
could that then WHOLE
HUmanity?...
I wonder
I question
I wish to See
HUmanity rise
So WE will BE
Ariëtte
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#letsmeethearttoheartandsoultosoul
pic: Philip Montgomery 'A man yells, “Hands up, don’t shoot,” in Ferguson, Missouri, while protesting the death of Michael Brown in August 2014'