Insomnia

Watching.

As the moon’s bright orb

slides across my windowpane.
Soft breathing,
And counting heartbeats,
Lead me to the precipice.  

Hope

With all that is hurled upon us,

it can be difficult to believe
that kindness exists.

I am firm in my own belief
that the world exudes its own kindness,

and as a result,
we are immersed in it.

Be kind to the perceived unkind,

and seek the compassionate.

For they are there.