The things we dare to do
are magnificent
as simple and as noble
as opening our hands
risking blistered feet and the very possibility
of being hurled to the cold floor of our own cynicism
but there
where hurt and the outline of despair arise
the sun still seems to make its trajectory across the sky
and although nothing seems in place, the things we dare to do quietly are in awe of us
as we gather all our hanging parts, and lift our heads
I wrote this thinking about the moments of crisis internally and externally that being faced and how perhaps that greatest “victory” or the most beautiful awe inspiring things we can do are the simple everyday things that represent our growing willingness to persevere and reach for life
to not give into hate.