human that i am

again tripped over nothing

went down slow motion

unhurt but embarrassed

and frightened of how vulnerable

i am becoming

and how little i seem to be able

to heal what is wrong

human that i am

vulnerable hearing

 i am so open when i listen

my being seeps in between

the words, hears, and is changed

at times that is all that is needed

for the speaker hears self  and knows

from within who is and what must be

others wallow in the unjust, the pain

is for spreading in guise of compassion

i cannot listen – i turn away to heal