You listen but are incapable of (truly) hearing.
You say you're sorry but, even to yourself, can't explain what the words mean.
The truth is...
We're just empty shells of people.
We walk through halls: judged, misunderstood.
We accept the inevitable: that life is unfair and no one owes anyone a single kindness.
The truth is...
Kindness is a blessing. It's a patch, but it can't mend a broken heart.
Kindness can't rewind our lives.
Kindness helps us through each day, but Your kindness is no substitute for Their love.
The truth is...
You say, "It will all be ok." And, we know this.
We keep to the maximum dosage, the guns are kept unloaded, razors are left to their proper use.
The truth is...
We WILL be ok, because there is nothing else we know to be.
(May 2010)