:: Friday Morning, Fragile Heart ::
The pain of responsibility.
Just hours ago I was given the power
To pass a sentence.
To decide on the fate of an outcome.
Would I allow my innocent friend to be sacrificed, to save a nation?
Would I euthanise my dog, terminally ill, to ease his current suffering?
Would I lock my drug addict son, pleading for freedom, to wean him to safety?
Pain is when I have the power to decide
To hurt someone, for a greater good.
It's not easy. It's especially not easy because
I have to stand on my ground and be firm.
And not falter.
And not let my emotions get the better of me.
And so, in my mind,
My friend is sacrified,
My dog dies, and
My son gets locked up in his cell.
And so I turned and carried on walking,
Eyes affixed to the horizon.
My pace slower than usual, without doubt,
But soon I'll gather pace once more.