We're foolish,
I know they say it.
We're individuals filled with difference,
In a world of indifference.

A poet hopes for someone to read their words,
but a writer sighs in pity from the silence around them.
It almost hurts to feel like a leader,
but they're quiet, what can you do?

I want to bare your children a breath of life,
which never leaves their lungs.
The feeling of skin is unnecessary,
for my thoughts are what need to stay.

Love and wisdom hand in hand,
are as beautiful as can be.