Imperfect, yet not unfeeling, I shy away from causing pain or witnessing suffering without offering solace.

My aunt's lessons in compassion contrast sharply with the hate that surrounds me in this horrible place, erecting barriers and fostering solitude over connection.

This path breeds isolation and neglects the power of simple gestures that speak volumes.
Love, the remedy to all woes, remains elusive, overshadowed by harshness. I resign from love, allowing hatred to reign, for hope only leads to heartache.

Anticipating touch that never arrives only fractures the soul.

Seeking loyalty and true understanding proves an exercise in futility.

Penny Black ©