I Will Not

It is not my mission
to ever be the martyr.

I will not grovel
at the feet of the fractures

fallen and broken on the ground;
edges sharp and spiritually dangerous.

There will be no sighing
or gnashing of words
to make an impression
or grabbing the hand
of a vulnerable stranger
for sympathy.

Instead, let me volunteer
the drab truth:

Life is messy,
love is often
imperfectly cruel,
and fair is fictionally
dysfunctional.

This heart is the seldom wise guide
we must learn to trust.