When Destiny Sharpens Its Knives

No need to plant a minefield in our collective psyche;

there’s already enough that triggers us—

gunfire, arguments, abuse, discrimination.

Sometimes reality has so many sharp edges, that no matter how you hold it, it’ll cut deep.

I’m writing these words in the dead of night when destiny is busy sharpening its knives, and the sirens are sleeping.

There is a place we can unname and unweight our burdens, a place we can dig down deep into the ash for those unspent remains of humanity.

In that space, certain syllables defy gravity. Defy bullets and burning.

Hope is one syllable that comes to mind. Dream, another.

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