An icy skin forms
Far too thin for ice skating
I’d fall through and drown
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
An outstretched hand offered to the fallen
A kind word spoken to those in distress
A shoulder to cry on for those in mourning
Offered to comfort the wounded among us
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A gentle hug to let them know you care
A tender kiss to show your affection
A stroke of the hair letting them know you are by their side
Given without condition from the goodness of a gentle heart
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A pat on the back to show appreciation
A wide knowing smile to brighten their day
A look into their eyes to acknowledge their existence
Lifting the spirits of those who suffer themselves forgotten
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All things that daily we ought to make offer
Random acts of kindness shown to our fellow man
Still in our humanness we forget these little things
Simple acts that serve to enrich our karma
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Instead we neglect our neighbors out of hand
Evading eye contact
Dismissing their difficulties
Oblivious to their losses
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Is it because we are too engaged
Or is it that we just don’t care
How sad this is
Living life absorbed in our own self-interests
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Wrapped in a box of our own making
A cocoon made from our own selfishness
Useless but as a tomb when it is our time
Unloved, unappreciated, unnoticed, will you pass on alone
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
The exploit of nature
Indiscriminate as if it has no consequence
Acting as master as if it were all under control
When all is well, you belittle the tree huggers
Crucifying compassion and caution as a gauntlet to progress and profit
Until progress yields to disaster
Igniting the public relations machine
Blame is never placed with self but on others
Minimizing damage to the image is paramount
The environment expendable
Poisoned water, tarballs, dead zones
Headlines today soon to be forgotten by the gluttonous masses
Creatures of habit bribed by unscrupulous liars
Clearly the cleanliness of air and water are of only temporary concern
Instant gratification is worth sacrificing the progeny
These behemoths think nothing of the living world
It is here to be conquered at any cost
To be stripped bare of the resources it has so long protected
Coal, oil, gas
Eighteenth century fossils lobbied to buy the people’s government
Elected officeholders answerable to none
These scoundrels throw our prospects to the wolves
Tearing at the plunder as if a rabid pack
The citizenry kept appeased by hollow promises lays in coma
Promised to reap the rewards of the spoils
But at what loss must the gain aspire
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
They come back to no fanfare
No parades
No cheering crowds
No ticker tape
Forgotten but for the relief of their loved ones
Scars are not always etched in blood
So cuts are unseen and more debilitating to the flesh
They hide all they have seen and heard
The things that changed them
Smiling as they always do
Cordial though their language has become harsher
Colored with the profanity perfected through months living in squalor
They do not talk in details as they prefer to forget
Driving the pain and memories deep below consciousness
They pray them never to return
Their minds standing strong in defense of sanity
What do we say to them
What do we do for them
I’ve asked myself this a thousand times
Hold their hands
Embrace them
Love them more than you have ever loved them
Comfort them when they cry
Reassure them when they flinch
Hold them tight when dreams shatter their sleep
They are not who you knew before
Their lives have been forever changed
Engendered through terror and courage in the face of unknown enemies
We must be there for them
This is all I or anyone can do
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
This imperfect surface
Skin, hair, nails is not me
I am in my head
Emotion, hopes, dreams, ambitions
Wrapped in this disposable package
No bottle can contain what can’t be seen
Cut me and I bleed, red and warm
Still you’ve taken nothing from me
I have not been altered
Love, compassion, disgust
Strong as before, they did not seep from the wound
It may scar, raised and ugly, but I surely will heal
These afflictions are but temporary
Simple setbacks that only strengthen my character
You trip me
The fall leaves me scraped and bruised
Black, blue and painful to the touch
This is not the first time I have fallen
Most certainly I will fall again, this is part of life
Scraps heal and bruises will disappear without a trace
And I will continue on, a better person for the experience
Passion, sadness, tenacity, empathy
These help define the real me to the world
I am not the face you see on the street
I am not the clothes that I wear
I am not what I present to the naked eye
What I am is so much more
Masquerading behind what you observe
Look deeper, discard what you see
Take your time, a surprise awaits you
The treasure I offer is there for the taking
I will show you the real me if you are bold enough to ask
So ask, be bold
You will find that I am emotion, hopes, dreams, ambitions
I am love, compassion, disgust
I am passion, sadness, tenacity, empathy
And I am so much more
Not all that I am is good
I am imperfect in my humanness
Constantly evolving into who I want to be
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~