I bumped into kindness
in between pillars of defeat
In my rush to tend to another fire
Kindness required
Nothing
I scoured my destitution
for some words
An offering
But kindness
did not require
my softening
Kindness exists
in the desperate,
desolate places
In war torn faces
running their own races
I witness traces
of kindness
Spinning webs
Intricate webs
beautiful webs
In between pillars
of defeat
About the Creator
Kt
I embarked to my favorite coastline several years ago in search of feeling in a dark season and accdientally wrote a poem. I have written ever since.
Poetry is what my friends know me for, but words burn in my bones.
Comments (1)
Kt....your poem evokes. there is beauty here. wonderful careful thoughtful writing...I do have a "wish" for it and will communicate it if you desire