I am a writer and a thinker, or perhaps a thinker and a writer because usually, that is the order of things—I think too much, and then I write.
HOLD YOUR TONGUE
How do we change the world if we keep it to ourselves,
if we silence the roars of intuition
within the confines of our own minds?
How do we move the needle
forward—
inching, persisting,
if the benefit of the doubt is default?
Do we plead and beg to see the humanity
because if we see the ugliness, we will have to act?
Nothing’s so simple as it seems—I know that.
If we boil down humanity to basic goodness,
do ugliness and rancor dissipate in the steam that rises from the cauldron of the human condition?
Judgement.
If not mine, then who’s?
Who is to draw a line, any line?
Who is to say, enough is enough?
Who defines basic goodness?
I cannot hold my tongue,
nor can I speak my mind.
I cannot stand quietly by,
nor can I draw a line
in the sand.
And so, that is my question.
Where am I in time and space?
Where within the cycles that circle endlessly ‘round, will land the impact of my punches, and my stomps,
and my knowing?
If I plant my feet firmly, with mouth closed,
will the resolution of my determination seep into universal consciousness?
What is it to know—
if not to speak?
Can’t You Just Get Over It is my memoir. Check it out, and don’t forget to review it once you’ve read it! Available on Apple Books and Amazon.