Tireless are the wounds that
burn us, scarring us inside
and out. Effortless are the
scars inside us, matching
the beat of the soundless
drums.
Forgiving are the people
that love us, kissing away
those wounds and scars.
Comforting are the arms
that hold us, telling us about
the good of the world.
Impatient is the will of all,
wanting it over quickly and
quietly. Salvation is what we
seek in others, an excuse to
hide away from our sins.
Hate is what discriminates
us from eachother, blaming
others for our own faults.
Love is how we keep together,
reaching for that outstretched
hand.
