Fear From Complacency

People who deny

You the chance to act honestly

Often undercut empathy

With the fear of being erased.

To be oneself

Has almost always proved risky,

But it gets frustratingly

Arduous when one’s identities are retraced.

It tears at the nerve

Between confidence and sympathy,

Criticism from complacency

Cutting crosses in your face.

She says she’s afraid

Because her very being is threatened,

She who’s being

By that standard subjugates.

Equally communing

Past your deliberate segregating

Proves tryingly absurd

As you blocked yourself from seeing.

Look at me

Without holding back your feelings

And tell everyone listening

What your posture really means.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Buried Tension Still Bleeds

When it takes volumes

Of vehement talk and effort

To express a single truth,

 

Singed by rejection,

Denial, the negation of being,

Choking on what’s unexpressed,

 

With desperate passions

Unbound against callus walls

Of corroded empathy,

 

The need for action,

Reclaiming vital recognition,

Becomes irrepressible.

 

Buried tension still bleeds

As the unmoved try to move on.

When words and reasons fail,

How can you make them feel?