We insulate our egos
And protect our reputations
By sheltering our hearts
With miles of insulation
Dignified decorum
Preserves our fragile pride
We guard our sensitivity
Buried deep inside
Guarding tender places
Embarrassed not to gush
We resist the inclination
To embrace instead of crush
Time to shed the armor
Getting in your way
Jettison your shackles
And tell someone today:
“I love cuz you’re beautiful
I love you cuz you’re flawed
I love you cuz you’re vulnerable
I love you cuz you’re odd”
Resisting apprehension
We stumble and we plod
It’s as close as human beings
Can ever get to God
By Richard W. Bray
Tags: compassion, Poetry