Poem - Still Human
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kokopelleA talented outgoing associate bravely posted their struggles. Their public face is one of assurance. The private faces can be very different. Some people can take a lot, but there is that one thing that undoes all the surface strength. Yet, even then, it is better to be wounded and still walking than it is to be completely dead to the world.
Still Human
The moat is so wide
deep in it's depth
look to the sky
they ascend the divide.
Allies once gathered
fall away in decay
as war grinds away
to your dismay.
Pools of reserve
armor so thick
yet there is a kink
where harm may yet pierce.
The arrows pile high
as they bounce off
beware the exception
that makes its mark.
Then there are others
who relish the pain
indignities piled on
as they fae proclaim.
Monsters do walk
with no decency
look not their strength
they defend only theirs.
If mercy is at hand
it will come from the rest.
To be stricken is still
the most precious gift.
Humanity's chance
held by the wounded
compassion heart felt
by those still human.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160115.
Still Human
The moat is so wide
deep in it's depth
look to the sky
they ascend the divide.
Allies once gathered
fall away in decay
as war grinds away
to your dismay.
Pools of reserve
armor so thick
yet there is a kink
where harm may yet pierce.
The arrows pile high
as they bounce off
beware the exception
that makes its mark.
Then there are others
who relish the pain
indignities piled on
as they fae proclaim.
Monsters do walk
with no decency
look not their strength
they defend only theirs.
If mercy is at hand
it will come from the rest.
To be stricken is still
the most precious gift.
Humanity's chance
held by the wounded
compassion heart felt
by those still human.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160115.
