I've spent long hours trying to untangle unknown grief, the world's and mine, without ever really understanding that it is not meant to be untangled but explored and experienced. Studied and seen. My heart will be both soothed and scalded, each emotion has a place.
I see your hurt and hunger. I support your right to stand up and be counted. I champion your individuality and unique glory. For every scar that is stamped onto your being, a remnant makes its way to mine.
I could kiss the space between your eyebrows until the world turns to ashes around us, I could wrap my legs around you and touch your lips and stroke your hair until the sky turns purple and the sea overtakes the land and we are the only things left on the Earth.
I am human. Edgy with grace and blown away by the grave injustices in the world. Poverty, violence, blatant greed, environmental hazards, rampant mental illness, the list goes on. I’m told I’m negative if I bring up news like that of the young man, with all the potential in the world, who goes ...