writer, poet, philosopher
the second the world fell apart
we became the opposite sides
of the same, damaged coin
the second the world fell apart
we broke into old pieces
we broke into old patterns:
me, sacrificing truth
you, sacrificing trust
I lost you
as you free-fell into your pain
a place where only you exist
I lost me
as I free-fell into your pain
desperate to find you there, to not be left alone
and so you lost me, too
I’m a missile disarmed
I, modern man
to ensure no more wars
a forward moving energy forced to stagnate
to save the world from what I am – a man
I wish you’d contain me
like a balcony railing, so I can stand near the edge and feel free
THAT IS the human experience:
to take on ONE perspective, out of infinite possible ones, and make it subjectively Right
to create a personality around it
to embrace and protect it
to live it
knowing the perspective is not static
knowing it is only one of many
Johanna Benevole 