I always forget that those
That burn brightest now
Burn soonest too

I'll stoke these embers
And carry them to westerly winds
Into flame

It has been a confusion
To stay undefined
I've washed in the waters
Of absolutes
And platitudes enough now

What of the hard concrete
Under my feet?

What of kissing th earth
But still being here enough
To feel firm
In way

Is it ok to say,
I feel pain to hear yours?

The constant drip of pain,
Is a dangerous thing.

I'm sorry to hear of your pain.
I empathize.

There is no right way
As the choices widen up
Being is all one