stepping right past the heart

focusing on what pushes their buttons

it doesn’t matter what is said

what is really being said

all that matters is fitting inside their tiny box

meeting their standards of right and wrong

disregarding of personhood

disregarding of what is beneath the surface

of what is said without words

of the picture painted with the words

what has wounded them?

blinded them?

pushed their fears into high gear?

when did right become so high priced?

when did compassion become so cheaply appraised?

when did greed become a higher value than love?

how do i love them in spite of themselves?

how do i love them beyond the woundings?

how do i protect myself?

can love and safety be united?

push and pull

bend and twist





rising above.

{Hope Wood © 2014}