Are we strong in our conviction
To withstand our eviction
From what keeps us entitled
To whatever isn’t vital?
Are we willing to give our all
Even if we’re bound to fall
And rise and stumble repeatedly
For the sake of an unseeded tree?
Are we steadfast in resolution
To incur an unseen revolution
Where we raise our children high
To battle when we are nigh?
Only the heart knows and the soul bleeds
To cover our strife and daily needs,
Yet we bleat and breathe of freedom
To those who lack or need some.
Let us look to the deep within.
Let the ones who are without sin
Throw the stones that they see fit,
Knowing we will be under it
And buried in mistakes and regrets
Do we sigh and sadly say, “Not yet.”
© 2018 Valerie Hathaway