Human nature is to try and to fail,
to make mis-takes and to learn,
to hurt and to love.
(We use screws instead of nails.)
She shouts, guarding herself with words like bullets,
rather than admitting fault.
(We use anger instead of compassion.)
He goes silent, building walls,
layers of brick to block the pain.
(We pray to be different from our parents.)
But trauma is cycled through generations.
I feel the weight of my great-grandmother
in the movement of my hands over my heart.
I hear the last cries of my grandfather
before his heart turned sour.
(To heal is to break the cycle handed down to us.)
(To heal is human.)
So It Goes 