Threads: a poem of connection

 

People of the world look 

but see us not,

Listen 

but hear us not,

Speak 

but miss the point.

Instead we turn to each other

And weave faint threads of connection,

Through the most painful

And difficult of

circumstances.

The threads go out

And gently weave

A pattern on our hearts.

They tell of 

Understanding,

Recognition,

Truth.

They tell of 

Kindness

Compassion

Love,

Forged in a fire of pain,

Built out of total isolation,

Strengthened by personal injustice,

Given out to the very last drop.

The years go by,

The suffering never diminishes.

It builds

Like the solid brick wall

Of a vast ancient house,

Incarcerating you,

Separating you,

Tormenting you,

Banishing you.

Only the threads remain

To bless,

To heal,

To help,

To save

Each other,

For who else can 

or will 

do it?