A Gaze Back.

Those we try not to see, see more of us than we see of ourselves.

image by Leroy Skalstad Pixabay

Crushed by social media flames,

a struggle alone.

Hard cement attitudes of curbs,

people, and beds.

Cardboard gives cold limbs rest when

eyes dash sympathy.

As the designer shoes strut past.

A mirrored judgement cast

scathing in silence.

Soft memories of prospects nurse

horizons and dreams.

Words cushion dark thoughts … yet

sunshine thaws fears.

As time dissolves another soul.

Gripped by self-preservation and unknown fears,

humanity must hold the hand to those who see differently.