Visions in verses

I am writing this post to let you know that I know that I have been doing the easy things and I am sick to my stomach because of guilt and pity. Privilege is a carton box I hide safely

If people will ask me if I had any regrets of being a tree, I’d say, no from where I’m rooted I’ve seen people grow and die and bloom again, new seeds take form, singing hymns with their heads raised

I listened to the sound of a marching band playing under the rain where an unnamed storm blew its horn and the gray clouds clashed its cymbals in a cadence so ferocious the sky welled with pride while every human