either showing exuberance,
often pain oozing out of them
and at worst lifeless
tell a story.
pounding with unspoken but real experiences
untouched or even undiscovered.
lived by rote
patterns that annoy frustrate and pacify
yet when given the freedom to be
often launch passion in unexpected ways.
Faces, hearts, lives are given context
What seems is now rewritten as what is.
it is clear that what we think we see is not clear.
Within all humanity is the beating of a story yet to be spoken
because it is unsafe to speak.
Within all humanity is the desire for relationship yet to be pursued
because it is unsafe to feel.
Within all humanity is the secret place yet to be named
because it is unsafe to admit.
Faces, hearts, lives, backstories
nothing is quite what it seems.