con[x]sentimiento

I have sought solace. That does not last.

While feeling’s to battle, silence holds free to blast.

For all who experience transgression’s wide spectrum, aid to understand.

Yet in deep incomprehension, I will raise my hand. 

We raise our hand before speech, as consent for what follows.

We raise our hand, just to reach- high purpose, not shallow. 

We  raise our hand to be here, so that next may go further. 

We raise our hands as we lift, from silence, this burden. 

Here lies the claim for our will- in all that’s our prowess.

We raise our hand for this feat. Defeat’s never been promised. 

We raise our hands, here to see- visual count of what happens. 

For what you thought without breach, had always been ours. 

On anti-victimization, of violation may all be aware. 

One replays in pity, the other in unsought spare. 

In matters of ethics, one be most scrutinous with no other than self. 

Is it one’s responsibility? For repercussions a perpetrator awaits?

It is in deep conscientiousness that distinctiveness matters. 

Where fundamental to share, you only have offense.

Although distraught, rationale leaves no wonder. 

I do have questions- uncertain, not mounting. 

How from my core has spirit abandoned? 

Why cast such weight, when all is mere hollow? 

How can empty feel drag, yet carry what follows? 

Extraneous misleading took undisclosed heaven. 

You know not the value of those you have threatened.