Letter Of To My Dearest One Poem by Tracy Craighead

Dearest One,

I can't say I know how much you hurt
I can't know your fear, but I know my own. My fear is suffocating at times and empowering at others but it all ends in anxiety. I am crippled by fear. I know you are too. I see you walk, though injured, you move. You talk, and you wake in the morning. This makes you my hero. It makes you strong. The obstacles you overcome have created a man with such wisdom and compassion. You are better and smarter than ever before.
You are Good. You are loved and such a success.
No one can take that which they don't possess, what you have never given to them. They don't have luv, they live in pain. They have no reality, their world is a lie. They live in the bosom of a false security, taking shelter in laws of men turning their back on humanity. Righteousness placed in an empty constitution, existing for the few while it abandons the many.
Good is constant and always true. Laws of man are evolving and flawed. Their purpose lost in interpretation, for they are fallible as all men are, creating the law that serves only itself and leaves all meaning behind. So empty and lost, justification for bureaucracy, serving its own, masquerading for a dime.