What applies to me
Applies to we
And so it goes
For each of us
Applying our parts
To the greater whole?
In that case
I feel the need
To share some things
That pertain to me
As I pause
To listen close
The choir rises
The whole, verbose
I’m drawn to my
Own memories
Of difficult times
And those of need
Oh
The similarities
The pattern found in
The chorus of unease
“Discomfort?”
I often ask myself
“That’s where the good stuff lives,”
I’m fond to tell
Out of the draw
Of victim’s hand
The ease to fall
For mechanisms
For cope, I need
But not beyond
If I continue to feed
I’ll not sever the bond
Of the sad story
That plays and grows
In tell-tale glory
And I, morose
Just as we
Found shouting now
Of the collective draw
That we’ve been dealt
Time to move
Beyond the shadow
Aiming our light
At the end of the tunnel
Visionaries
We were born
And we remain
Forevermore
Should we continue
To converse
With the essence
Of all we are
The story builds
A character
Which variety
Is up to her
The call’s to move
Beyond the hill
The call to prove
Our strength and will
Peering into
The horizon
What beauty, what fortune
Could we find there?
What futures await
Our hands’ building
Our minds create
What stories fill them
