No Sides

 

Certainty shrouds my soul

Like how clothing hides my body

It requires duality

And that I chose a side

 

But Compassion is the fire that lives me

And Compassion has no sides

Compassion is naked

And raw

Because it hurts

To feel someone else’s shame

Their angst, anger, and confusion

The guilt in the silence—

Waiting

The loss of childhood innocence

The regrets that come with age

 

But compassion is also warm

Like the sun on my skin—

I can feel your joy

Your honor

Your courage

Your unique expression of creativity

Which, without you

I could never know

 

Compassion envelopes both

My fear of failure

And the courage to act

On what I truly love

 

I love writing—

For better or for worse

And right now

I’m morbidly afraid of reading this in front of you

 

Compassion is as true

As the so-called “empty space”

Between me and you

 

As true as that which

Can never be created

Or destroyed

 

And as true

As the inevitable death

of my certainty

Of my incredible opinion

 

(Which the universe was sadly deprived of

When it first came into being.)

 

Certainty shrouds my soul

Like how clothing hides my body

But Compassion is naked

Compassion has no sides

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