Small Minds

This poem tells the narrative of dialogue and emotion and explores the relationship we have with hope and self-expression. When people talk, they are often speaking small words from a place of cowardness and lack of bravery. Other people view hope as something to fear and never to have, while their counterparts welcome it.

In small minds, we find small words to which anyone can speak,

To which the wind blows north or west, the sea dormant or distressed,

In one’s own mind, one can find the sharpening calm or the deepening unrest.

The peace does find one eventually but hides in the cracks and crevices until, with a heavy heart, it has to be dragged and molded back into shape.

In some, hope is a looming figure with outstretched arms and pointed teeth, and in others, it radiates the rays of sister warmth and brother joy, who, in harmony, live intertwined and tangled in a dance across the smeared sky. For they, in turn, have the largest minds to share and the deepest, darkest souls to care for, and after all, it is in the deepest minds that one can find the deepest sorrow and pain.