When I’m in tears,
they are most often not for me.
When vulnerability comes to my soul,
it was not an injustice set against my own heart.
When I cannot feel beyond the next second,
or breath my next breath.
It was not that the wind was taken from a blow upon me personally.
When life seems unfair and I cannot fathom why the cruelty exists,
it was not a suffering I endured.
When I feel as if I am not justified in my fears, my pain and in my sorrow, it is not because I am not loving and accepting toward myself.
It is all because I am feeling selfish in the moment of considering my own trials when I see the real difficulty in yours and the disregard many of the world give to this precious life.
I become numb.
For the world,
I attempt to find reason
and seek deeply for hope.