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 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 newborn toughness is a solution but it’s a step towards death for 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 sadics will say now that the print 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 which 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