'Framed Prospect' Poem

Spectral, infinite

Anyone’s words become their own truth. These words become abstract, full of possibility.

They are a revelry of indication, yet still fractured.

We are a fragment of what we could be. Beauty is universal.

Everyone has the opportunity to be worthwhile as the sun breaks over the horizon, the edges glistening with a radiant aura, igniting the new day.

Why are we divided if we cut and bleed as one?

Major historic events shouldn’t dictate my life.

Stereotypes reign, how did they become the normal?

Why do we judge and criticize even if we would never say it aloud?

Unspoken assumptions consume the mind, which in turn, corrupts the heart.

Innocence is snuffed out. Creativity is shunned.

Nothing comes without consequences. Motivation will climb and falter, as living each day brings difficulty.

What are we, if not storytellers, poets, lovers and people who want to leave their mark on the ever-changing world?

Serene sparks of confidence rain down on us from the heavens above.

We are composed of stardust and cosmic energy that is divinely terrible.

We are divided because we’re terrified of what we could be together. Strife runs through our veins as there is little way to escape. To understand.

Humans are lustful for genuine passion and care. We’ll one day not be of the Earth; so why does negativity spread as wildfire does?

Instead, let a different fire grow.

Heartfire, as it is passion that can’t be put into words. Unfaltering kindness and unshakeable love is what will keep us alive, even if we feel there is no reason to keep going.

There was. There is. And there will be.