when I was young
I was transparent
dodging what I could
submitting to the undodgeable
I predicted the family future
at the age of 5
but was afraid to grasp
my own salvation
aging finds me grasping
and regretting
regretting and grasping
learning who inhabits this body
I'm still an amateur
but don't underestimate
my ability to offend
or be offended
And
wondering when
I'll be fully grown
~kjm 2013
Friday, October 11, 2013
Friday, February 1, 2013
Compassion
Where is your compassion?
Do you only take it out of your pocket
To show to friends
To parade at parties
Or is it always on your sleeve
Not to be seen so much as to be felt
Slid across your cheek
To remind that you too have a vulnerable self
Who needs compassion?
Those cutting words you utter in private
Leave shadows across your face
A crick in your neck
A hitch in your step
And when you are aged
You will be asking,
Where is your compassion?
~KGM '14
Do you only take it out of your pocket
To show to friends
To parade at parties
Or is it always on your sleeve
Not to be seen so much as to be felt
Slid across your cheek
To remind that you too have a vulnerable self
Who needs compassion?
Those cutting words you utter in private
Leave shadows across your face
A crick in your neck
A hitch in your step
And when you are aged
You will be asking,
Where is your compassion?
~KGM '14
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