Poetry

How long will you go out of your way
for people who don’t love you the same?
Aren’t you exhausted?
You blame yourself enough, but
I understand why you’re feeling defeated,
stomped on, abused and
mistreated.

Audio engineer, fondness for music and general audio, also a crypto lover and trader

I can’t wait to see what comes of you
when you start fighting as much for your own affection
as you have for others undeserving.

You walk down alleyways gaslit with vitriol,
simply because they’re familiar.
And I wonder how much more it will take
before you realize that the simple act of not giving up
is proof of your strength.
You remain gentle in the face of evil,
combat violence with kindness,
and somehow,
move forth with only love.

Some wounds cannot be seen – only felt.
They exist just beneath the skin.
At the edge of sleeves.
In the backs of our mind.
Hidden from the world and
   buried down deep.

Empathy is a practice in pain.
It’s absorbing unjust blows from
those who’ve somehow convinced you
they’re deserved.
It’s assuming blame for others shame.
It's walking a mile in their shoes,
knowing in advance
they wouldn’t budge for you.