Ryan Acklin - November 21, 2023
Artwork: Growth - Mahlon Kalaba
we peek into each other’s minds
without any hesitation.
“grant us eyes” we mindlessly chant
with no given declaration.
mistakes though forged in iron,
do not define us so.
should evolution move us forward
when we conceive hate this low?
only the powerful can appoint idols,
for no one will decline.
the storms rumble from above,
but we all say it’s fine.
acknowledging that death surely comes,
our kind remains unstirred.
shall we ever brace ourselves
for this hazy blur?
when the world is dry of hate,
lives will surely churn.
ice grows for the smiling fire,
nails mend when roses burn.
but to comprehend ourselves,
gracefully soaring free,
with our youthful paths embraced
we must have mercy.