A poem by Sorrel Wood.
Perhaps the moment we are born:
Naked, screaming and messy
Completely dependent on the provision of the other for survival
As ordinary and extraordinary as snowfall and the stars,
Perhaps that is the moment we are most fully human.
As quickly as the breath in our lungs transforms itself
Into air for the trees,
Step by step, we forget our true humanity.
We forget that we deserve to be loved unconditionally
Before we have achieved or amassed anything
Because we are unique.
We refuse to acknowledge that our presence
Infinitely and irrevocably changes the lives of those around us.
We forget the terrifying truth
That each time another disappears from our vision (however briefly)
We may never see them again.
We forget how to scream the depths of our pain
With every atom of our being.
We pretend that we are insignificant,
We pretend that we are God.
We deny the truth that we are
And that every other is as fully human as we are
No more, no less.
We shirk the weighty responsibility
Of treating every other
As intricately connected to our story
And equally worthy of love.
We forget that we are precious.
We forget that our brief, significant life
Is a journey of re-remembering every day
How to be fully human.
Instead, we run and hide from the fragility
The responsibility, the co-dependency
The spark of divinity
That characterises our humanity.
Because the cost of being fully human
Is too heavy a cross to carry in our fragile, human hearts.