was it ever a crime
to love much
who is brave enough to judge
how one’s heart can
a martyr, yes, is deserving of more
but we hold not the right
to force one’s soul
into denying its truth

we do not question
how one can easily forgive
and the other, hard to let go
some of us can
some of us won’t

either,
respect is due

we long to taste freedom
in the floating clouds
yet still,
no one fully welcomes
the differences of lives
of minds,
of hearts,
perfection is hard to achieve
in a fallen world
that is to know,
in one season we fall from grace
and another we recover
and get back what has been lost

until such acceptance
is reached,
we’ll go around in circles
trying to prove which
is right and who is better

here, bowing to the standards
of a fickle system
the jury is guilty
of a biased verdict

but blessed are they
who see beyond the naked eye