Awareness

We are.

Broken. Scattered.

Our pieces spread, but

cannot be gathered.

We are.

Numb. Anxious.

Deeply wounded, but

cannot be bandaged.

But, we can breathe.

And,

with every breath,

we can learn to be.

To be aware.

To be grateful.

Like nature,

we can be.

As kind and serene,

as harsh and savage.

Like nature,

we can.

Create or destroy,

breed or die.

Only catalyst

to this swing

can be Awareness.

Awareness,

the power, that prowess -

that can heal the soul

and, gather the pieces.