Human

Walking with no expression.

Changing shades
Like the rhythm of the sky,
Yet –
The blurry glass
Reflects each hidden jar
Of the unrest past.

Each sentence
Deconstructed.
Overthinking.
Who am I?

In the clasp of the call
Beyond the insipid scars;
Tenacious beings of the stars
Smiling, to rise from each fall
Again and again.
Unbridled kindness
Stitching one to all.
Simply inspiring
With each passing hour.