I NEVER WAS
By Kathleen Greene
I never Thought.
I never Felt.
I never Breathed.
I never Laughed.
I never was.
Until I WAS with him.
If I could look through your eye, what would I see?
Is everything faded and gray or sharply black and white?
If I could see into the shadows through which you move,
Are the edges blurred and only interpreted as wrong or right?
Is the weight of each passing second an unbearable burden,
Perceived as lost opportunities to make things right?
Where you struggle to be righteous but the lines are undefined?
In a place where there are no bad guys - just human beings.