Vulnerable
parts of you,
parts of me,
we learned to cover
long ago.
Leaving the safety
of ourselves,
venturing into
someone else.
Pausing only
now and then
to sniff the wind,
still as moonlight
in the darkness,
listening.
A perfect animal;
born of prey.
Who’d have thought
you’d be the killer
you are today?
So much trepidation,
siding with safety,
blind to opinion,
fighting injustice.
So, you know
you are not guilty
of anything
other than being
easily programmed.
Soulful,
seeker of meaning,
you set your
animosity aside
and rose to the day.
You heard
the call of the many,
forsaking everything
you struck out
your own way.
Here you are,
now;
gun in your hand,
eyes full of fire,
lungs full of smoke,
and blood on your face.
You never thought
of yourself as “brave”,
but here you are
facing down a nation.
Who knew
you would be
so quickly recruited?
Turned against yourself,
so effortlessly.
The mind
is the ultimate battlefield
and it’s not even fair,
like wrestling with children.
Stop hitting yourself.
Stop hitting yourself.
HG – 2020
