Times
Question my existence.
Wondering
Is enough done
Justifying presence
On this mortal coil.
Positive difference
In someone else's life.
As people
Isolate themselves
Within silos.
Can't/won't
Open their hearts
Helping others.
Exposing humanity's
Inner darkness
As innocence dies.
Therisa © 2019
Author’s note: Started this poem, late July 1st, after everyone had finished their Canada
Day celebration. Wondering, will I be remembered, as someone who has made a
difference, in the wider world, around me? Truthfully, I can’t answer this question, for I
don’t know, how people view me, in their judgment eyes.
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