Photo by Aaron Burden One of the last vestiges of being human, The unseen moments of tenderness, Shown towards one another, Bringing hope to each. They say we are not completely lost, They say somewhere deep within, A part of us is still fighting, Fighting to keep our humanity afloat. In those many layers lie hidden, The actions we leave behind, One of compassion and concern, Towards a fellow being who walks alongside They are the silver lining behind dark clouds, The creators way of showing us who we are, A social creature above all, With a capacity to empathize. Silently seeping inside, Creating a positive reaction towards each other, Unspoken but felt at our core, Nurturing a sense of friendship and comfort. Unnoticed and unconscious by nature, They rise above our ego and pride, The gestures we show, Towards one another who we live by.

Photo by Ester Marie Doysabas Will I be part of the history that is written, Or fade away as part of the history forgotten, Will I live eternal in the words on these pages, Or will I be a memory struggling against time. It is a choice I make Live for glory or live like just another, Be remembered after I am gone, Live in the memories of others. A part of me that lie dormant woke, And drove the change that was needed, With unprecedented force I had not experienced, Compelling me to oblige with obedience. I had side lined this part of me before, Now he was in control, He was the result of my father's teaching, Bold and meticulous in his ways. He was late to wake up, But I'd say it was better than never, Years of learning had created a full being, Living inside me growing alongside. We are now one, He lives through me as I him, Forged a middle ground to coexist, To live passionately with ambition.