Maybe Choose Love; a poem

No matter what beautiful hue
your skin happens to be
the tragedy or trauma
you’ve incurred, endured or survived
the scars you wear
you know, the kind your family
chooses to hide…
it’s your heart I feel.

I see you there
no matter what gender, orientation, magnificent expression
of the divine
how you bend the rules
to make them yours
and take the less awake on a tour of your soul
when you smile with your eyes
or whisper a secret with your hug.

No matter the pain you’re in
the struggle, darkness, fear or hurt
I notice.

Because healing waits in the moment we wake
from our fairytale dream,
pull our sisters and brothers to our sides
and evolve together.

Healing happens when you turn your screens off
and touch something real
make a decision to feel what’s…