Dawning Creations

I take things.
I break things.

I snap metaphorical necks like twigs on dirt trails under my feet.
I stomp the yard, kick the cans and I am guilty once I’m done.

I don’t want to be guilty.
I want to fix me.
I’m always sorry.

No body can hear me.

Even if no one hurts, even if no one hears me breaking, sees me screaming, witnesses me bleeding, I’m breaking all the more.

I look to the world and find I’m becoming frightened.

I’m frightened of you
of me
of we

Humanity.

I thought we were doing so well ….

About the Poem:

This poem was written in regards to the pain the world is in right now, the murder of an innocent man and shouts from the rioters and the police. There is a cry for justice being begged for. We are starving for it. If you are rioting, be careful. Stay peaceful. Stay safe. We want peace and justice.