If Words Might Heal
The speaker addressed the room,
eyes upon them, many thoughtful worries,
all seeking the same outcome,
They traveled for miles,
alone in their own personal struggles,
each one living a quiet curiosity,
all of them believing in a certain goodness.
Life is fallible,
now asked to believe,
we are all part of this machine.
The speaker noticed one
tucked away with purpose
in the far back row,
from a distant he could see their eyes.
Even when we try to hide in a crowd,
the red circles around our lives,
do tell a story,
one for which we might be proud.
The speaker then asked everyone in the room,
if you could share one thing what would it be,
and then he directed the people
to look one another in the eye, for a time …