My Mercy

“I pity all that struggles and survives Within this world, all that feels alive, The ones deceived, the ones who live in lies, Those who walk through life with naked feet. The proud stone standing high upon the hill, Facing unknown skies so cold and still, Those who are not like the rest of men, And those who bleed while climbing once again. I pity myself… and I pity you… For never kissing the laughter of a star… For that cursed hour in which I was born… For having no wings to go beyond the sky… For not being This… nor That… nor yet Another… For having lived… and never being Me…” Poem by: Florbela Espanca