It looks different from up here
the soldiers smaller,
their menacing scowls
too far away to see
or maybe it's just the blood and sweat
that fills my eyes, blurring my vision
The deafening noise
is not as loud up here
—shouting, screaming,
crying, mocking—
but maybe it's just the screaming
pain in my body drowning it all out
The sun—baking my torn flesh
As the flies buzz around
my open wounds—feels
hotter from up here
Or maybe it's just because
Their cold hearts are further away
The world looks harder from up here
Filled with sin, Caesars, and high priests
Who only love themselves
Who have no need for me
Or maybe they are more in need of me now
Than ever before
My heart feels different from up here
Hurting to the point of death
Loving
more than life itself
But maybe
if I can touch even one, single, life—
It will all be worth it
