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Poem: Compassion

By Christi Ortiz

People ask me how I think so well of others

how I can treat them with such 

compassion and gentleness

giving them the benefit of the doubt, 

and seeing their positive qualities.

I tell them that this is not 

a Polly Anna, naïve approach

that ignores the faults and failings,

the weaknesses and wrongdoings

It does not ignore the scars and battle wounds

that have taken their course upon the person’s life

But I tell them the reason I can look 

with eyes of love,

the reason I can see goodness

where hate, revenge, and anger abound

where pain and suffering abide.

I tell them it is because everyone I’ve ever met

has turned out,

to be human.

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