The Poet's Doubt

They say you preach from the pain you know, and no more.

I know people whose suffering was built in long-mouthed caves of blissful ignorance,

and they open their wide mouths, screaming of injustices,

when like me, the blessing afforded them is that they know so very few.

These souls, wounded on the surface of their shallow selves, are the ones that feed my fear

that, perhaps, my desperate pleas for justice and hollowed cries for peace are meager lies,

always drawn on my skin in nothing more than invisible ink.