Fleeting Epiphany

What would I do

without the people around me?

I could not survive

alone in the wild.

Not many would, and

that is what makes us—

the willingness of the strong

to hold up the weak;

the desire to tend to the sick,

and for the Voiceless, to Speak.

I am not lost. I am loved.

I am loved. I am not a burden.

I am not a burden. I am Human: a being

who can take without giving.

For as one hand holds me up here,

There, I birth a child or wipe a tear.

See, life is not a transaction.

It is a spinning equation

entangled with a countless more,

as it journeys to an unseen

reduction

long after the main player is gone.