A Hug

Is our safety now a cliche,

has not the veil been lifted?

Behind are the faces of monsters,

who were hiding in plain site.

Just an excuse that the dead make,

they weren’t hiding at all.

When life is low

there is usually light in love,

and in true love, usually a hug will do.

A simple embrace,

the touch of a family’s heart,

the solidarity of a friend,

the warmth of a lover,

a simple embrace, and a simple gesture.

Never has something so small been so big

and something so big been so missed.

Published by James J Jackson, Jr

I'm a poet and leftist political organizer from Sacramento, CA.

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