Scales of Justice

Aptly my symbol.

 

Compelled to mediate.

Longing for peace,

understanding,

in a world divided

by extremes.

 

I spend my days

using my gifts,

diplomatically debating:

Why disagreeing doesn’t

equal hate.

 

Frustration finds me

flailing in hopelessness.

Words fall on deaf ears.

Minds remain closed shut.

Am I wasting my breath?

 

Could be, maybe, possibly.

Though it matters not.

My heart won’t let me sleep.

Glass half full,

I persevere.