If I bleed for you will you notice
the scarlet tears running
against my porcelain flesh
can I somehow make
this wound more noticeable
If my words have not
been enough to convey
my pain, how then
shall I communicate
Copyright September 2024, Renee Seymour, The Shades Between
It is difficult to judge
a situation
from a house of glass
shingled in conscience
and heated by sensitivity
where the horizon is clear
and a mind blooms
with brilliant spring colors
It is difficult to see
inequality
through a pane of glass
separated by chance
and fractured by compassion
where the agony shifts through and
a mind cries
with the world's jagged suffering
It is difficult to free
encumbrances
sheathed within glass
strong yet madly cracked
and coated with fearful tears
where opposite throughs must combine
in a mind
already infinitesimally fragmented
Copyright September 2024, Renee Seymour, The Shades Between
I walk to the window
to take a look outside
I see darkness and despair
deceit and conflict run rampant
Everywhere I look I see
cynicism and hidden suspicions tearing us apart
Life filled with fears and sadness
The blood and ashes mix
and fall like rain from the sky
Never ending
continuous oppression from all around
Why is all hope lost?
Can no one else see what I see?
As I step back from the window in fear
I want to break down and cry
At what the world has become
but as I retreat in my sorrow I realize
I have not been looking through the window
I've been looking in the mirror
Copyright: Renee Seymour, The Shades Between, 2024
