All The Same

Drifting atop a rickety raft of
confidence bound with fragile stands of self worth,
amid a sea of doubts,
pain and anxiety
who's breadth is matched only by
unfathomed leagues.

Soul bared to the world's harsh judging suns,
brilliantly colored orbs never setting yet light
and warmth are as void as the black holed windows
at their cores.

Delicate layers
of reconstructed self image constantly flayed
by skillful blades whispered on winds
muttered silently from unknown origins,
perhaps from a wayward butterfly?

Demands for common knowledge
cacophonous drowns out sweet melodies
of wisdom and compassionate understanding
needed to hear what never said.

Motion picture TV
shows staging people in glass houses
trying to avoid dropping their juggling eggs
while throwing stones at each other
so they don't have to walk on the shells.

When did we all forget we're are the same?