Weaving intangible connections to others in our spheres can awaken the heart and largen our fears
Daily we wake and go about our duties, assuming we're not so different from others in our communities
Senses do open to truth's realities and take in the oddities that seem hurled about by bullies
Surely no one intended a jab or a sting, for weren't they just doing their regular thing?
Not much can awaken the heart and the soul. Yet a prick like these renders the blade rather dull.
Awake and look about, the truth is all but out.
Like a fingerprint among polaroids of hands, or a snowflake atop piles of white sands
Yes, it seems you are vastly different, just like you always knew. It is ok and there's not much to do.
Continue to love and to feel, and always get back behind the wheel
For there are places to go and people to see
Even if at times quietness is the only salve there seems to be.
© 2018 Paula