Tragic Empath Laced With Cognitive Dissonance Poem by Renee Marie

I watched an Artist make a paintbrush from a dead bird's feathers
I saw a Leader making a gavel from an amputated iron fist
I saw Children making trust out of certain chaos
I saw a Girl making sex out of gang force
I saw a Family making breath out of suffocating shock
I served a World making peace with war and war with peace in cycles never-ending

I offered a broken olive branch to a bleeding battlefield
I joined, an Idealist
I separated, an Optimistic Realist
I persist, with Adrenalin-doused eyes
I soothe tired hearts with stained pearls of hard-won wisdom
I caress calloused hands yet hold my own presence
Less worthy


© Reneé Marie
2/20/10 v.2
2/19/17 v.1