My Empty Hand

My empty hand

Outstretched in your direction

I’ve put aside my anger

Shelved my discontent

No longer interested in proving my point

If it costs us our friendship

It’s called a truce

When parties agree to cease hostilities

Resume conversation

Create bridges

Sometimes being the bigger man

Is the only rational solution

Humility doesn’t come easily

Whether words or beliefs

Right and wrong

They are all just opinions

None powerful enough

To replace that which we have shared

Seek and you shall discover

That which is great and noble

Memories of elation

Of triumph and happiness

Love and gratitude

No room for anything less

A mind can hold many thoughts

Yet none are required thinking

Release those

Which no longer serve your highest self

Gather goodness

To fill those empty spaces

Mental clarity

Something difficult to comprehend

With all the noise of the world

The struggle is real

It’s up to you to decide

Which truth you wish to truly see

I’m vulnerable

My guard is down and I’m unafraid

Trust is my guide

Healing my companion

Although I walk into the land of shadows

I do not carry any fear

Every man reaches a tipping point

Usually when things are dark

No solution is obvious

Every corner hides more pain

Enemies standing at every gate

Both real and imagined

If you choose to strike me

My face shall wear the wound

Yet I will not fold

I will not return the blow

The tip of my spear

Will remain in the ground

Yet, if you see the wisdom

Of cooperation

Kindness and working together

Forgiving and forgetting

Then meet me halfway

And fill my empty hand

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I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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