The Oxymoron of Humanity

By Monica C. Voskamp

Every one has a story.  Every one has a struggle.  Every one has a triumph.

It’s easy to isolate ourselves thinking we are unique to our struggles. Yes, you ARE the only one traveling the intricate path you do, but in the same breath, we still share universal concepts of grief, fear, triumph, hate and love. We each bleed human blood. It’s easy to blur the lines when strong emotions, when overwhelming circumstances come, when abuse happens. It’s easy to blur the lines thinking we are unique and utterly alone.

We are alone but not. We are unique but similar in how we all are unique. We are different but the same because we are each different.

What connects us is possessing the blood of humanity.

When we step away from the power of our emotions and look at the facts,  it can give us liberty to view our surroundings, our community, our planet earth differently.

It’s a strange oxymoron and enlightening liberation: How so different we are yet how so much we also are the same. Perhaps this is the platform on which we humans can relate with diversity.  The oxymoron of our humanity may be the launch pad to interact with universal equality.

Always believe. Always hope. Always love. ❤

*Photo Credit: Image by Engel62 from Pixabay

 

Poetry: Heart Broken

You may be but a breath away
Or You may be a mirage in my brain. I don’t know these days.
I don’t understand what is happening, Except this feeling invading me.

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

I can’t find the words to say my heart

It’s more all inside that’s broken apart.

I don’t know how to cope

With this looming fear,

I have to go this on my own.

 

Alone. Alone.

No one felt it more than You.

But alone, alone

Is all I can feel

All alone, yet here with You.

 

I try to reach out,

But even more I push away.

I want so much the love

Yet somehow I always find an escape.

I don’t understand,

This tug and pull in me.

I just want to be seen.

Seen and loved

Yet here I am,

Lost within the storm of me.

 

Alone. Alone.

No one felt it more than You do.

But alone, alone

Is all I can see.

Even here, while next to You.

 

You may be but a breath away

Or You may be a mirage in my brain.

I don’t know these days.

I don’t understand what is happening,

Except this feeling invading me.

 

Alone. Alone.

No one felt it more than You do.

But alone, alone

Is all I can feel

Even when You’re so close.

I’m still far,

Feeling alone from You.

 

Always believe. Always hope. Always love. ❤
*Cover Photo Credits: Photo by Aziz Acharki on Unsplash