I can use a wrench
and fix doors just fine
But the tools that come naturally
to me are introspection
and patience with discomfort
I noticed cracked souls
more than creaking doors
I was ashamed of that skill for a long time
because I didn’t think it was one
I looked so deeply into everyone
I fixated on their fundamental innocence
I knew I was supposed to be mad at injustices like everybody else
but I wasn’t, because everyone—violated and violator—was innocent
We are The Same from eternity’s perspective
Eternity is the Great Equalizer
So I decided to function at the level of eternity
When you see everyone as God underneath fear’s gunk
you can’t take sides. Eternity has no left and right
When they come to kill you, as they did for me,
you see eternity, not men with weapons
I could not fear eternity
coming for eternity
It would’ve been like fish
fearful of water

Thank you Benjamin for this lovely poem. I feel just as you do, not mad at injustice, just in grief and forgiveness.