We still have a far way to go.
We love to wage wars even if we are armed with nothing but opinions.
We feel we are entitled to them, but seldomly do we sacrifice it for peace.
We weild them like daggers, cutting little slivers of truth from out one another until we are all left bleeding out on the floor.
It is about choosing our battles, because truth is almost always too big for our hearts to hear.
So we do what we can in our capacity, and that capacity is different for each personality.
This weekend I dived into fists full of dirt and wind.
When I opened them I sensed glistening flecks of gold.
When I opened my eyes I realized I was one of them.
We all spoke,
blowing away more of the dirt.
The words spilt like water,
washing over us,
running down our golden bodies
And as dawn broke, we sat in the hands of the lake.
The light caught us and we all shone.
We are each fighting for our cause;
Fighting each other so we can be heard.