After playing in ironic humor 
and the blindfold darkness of despair, 
I sought after armor, wore a sword 
and kept my heart locked behind its 
catastrophic walls, 
I even tried philosophy and noticed 
questions’ comfort wears away once 
the questioner is gone, and I am no 
judge of myself.
In the end, I found that kindness 
is the only safety for the soul. 

By Heidi Turner