War & Tenderness

Let us blow out the sun.
Let it not rise again
until we make a pact
to love more deeply.

You don't appear to be
of society's nightmares.
The deep hurt is ever present
behind that fragile smile
you wear as a prop.
I can't hate you,
but I feel no sympathy.
You're a monster now;
I hope your mother
still loves you.

You win this battle, yes.
Paranoia thickens
my breathing space,
I fear for my family,
I fear for the children.
The war though?
Beauty and grace
will triumph.

I believe in peace,
and I hurt for anyone
I've ever made
feel unworthy -
incapable -
of happiness
in my ignorance.