Eternal Optimism

Scales of Justice

Aptly my symbol.


Compelled to mediate.

Longing for peace,


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.


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