The silence comforts me
and scares me at the same time.
I feel the fragility of everyone around me
while I draw my strength from them.
It is a celebration and a mourning
this thing called life.
So much to experience
in something so shallowly lived
when you realize
the scope of it.
Moments easily overlooked
when they are the ones that matter most.
People put on hold
when you’re too tired
too wrapped up in things that mean nothing.
We all are are blinded
to some degree to what really makes
a difference to another soul,
because it hurts sometimes to let it be significant
and we just aren’t willing
to bear that kind of pain.
Maybe if we knew the number of our minutes
we would make sure
we used them to touch
the life of another.