I give it my all to honour the Universe's advice:
"Be loving. Be just."

The love I give seems to never come back, but all I hear is,
"Be loving regardless."

I tell myself that love is generated within, yet I’d like to see it coming from the outside.

Instead, I see people’s disregard and the disappointment that comes from it in others, who turn as mindless as their perpetrators.

They think their newfound toughness is a solution, but it’s a step towards the death of their soul.

I realise I am blessed, and so I tell the Universe, "Thank you for not making me a heartless savage."

I wonder what the unsparing sadists will say now that the imprint of my woe has left a mark on this piece of paper. Would they maybe remain purposely mute to exhibit aversion?

But I am speaking to an open valley that takes in my words
in sacred silence, so I am safe.

That's how my soul
comes back to life:
by talking to  nature.

©Penny Black