Demential Delirious

soft and gentle

sometimes it

is all teeth

and bones

grinding, bending

to the point

of exhaustion

to the point

of breaking

sometimes healing

is not all good things

it is not all happy

and bright

even if we want it to be

healing is a choice

that most days i still

often ponder over

but i find myself

coming back

i still find myself choosing

to clench my teeth

to grip my knuckles

so tightly the moon starts

to imprint itself on

my sweaty palms

i still find myself choosing

to endure the pain

until this body is all

bruises and aches

because healing

whispers a silent promise

of another day

a silent promise of

a tomorrow i almost

always have a hard time

seeing myself in

and most days,

it gives me comfort knowing

that i tried

Let’s leave the Jews out of this just for a moment. Let’s think of another minority. One that… One that can go unnoticed if it needs to. There are all sorts of minorities, blondes for example… Or people with freckles. But a minority is only thought of as one when it constitutes some kind of threat to the majority. A real threat or an imagined one. And therein lies the fear. If the minority is somehow invisible, then the fear is much greater. That fear is why the minority is persecuted. So, you see there always is a cause. The cause is fear. Minorities are just people. People like us.