Unity is shown in the smallest of gestures
We are one
And still separate
We are one
And still different
A small hand touching a cheek
An eye meeting another eye in comfort
A smile resting in the corner of our mouths
Unity is shown in the smallest of gestures
They feel bigger than mountains
And without these
The world would be doomed
Never safe
In everlasting gloom
Unity is small gestures
Keeping us together as one
And despite all our differences
They tell us we still belong
YOU ARE READING
being me.
Poetrytrying to make sense of this tiny body is harder than it seems, and i'm just happy that i get to take my time.
