Is empathy enough without action?
Play harder than you worry.
Your kindness matters.
I fell apart today picked up the broken pieces, quickly taped them back up, went on my way.
These are silent times.
He said his day’s been… rough. I know what he means.
It was in the silence, the quiet scorn before punishment that I first heard your voice.
Perhaps it's time to flatten other curves.
I stopped, met my deadline...
Amidst the panic/ the anxiety choked hearts...
What will he say when he remembers this time?
In the midst of chaos, I create.
Smooth and round the disc fits in my palm, the perfect spot to rub my thumb over. It soothes my tactile self.
I watched her disarm a bomb.
Angry words spoken,
with fingers in personal space.
Days grow darker.
It’s hard to get up.