The Black Napkin Volume 1 Issue 3 - Page 43


Hoping to find fulfillment

Hoping the hands reaching out to grab us

Are the ones meant to grab us

Maybe the problem is our own hands

Maybe we don’t have any

Maybe we must learn to write compassion

In new wayswork hard to master 

The penmanship of empathy

We must not be discouraged by the

Chirping of the birds of deaththat maybe

We should cozy up next to uncomfortable

Epiphaniesmaybe there will always be

Something missing

Maybe that’s the way it should be