Where was I?

Where was I when my neighbor was in pain?

Where was I?

Where was I, when they were made fun of? When they were treated unfairly? When they were told that there was something wrong with them? When they were told it was their fault? That they needed to change? When they saw people they loved get hurt? When they saw people they loved die? When they were hurt? When they tried harder but got no further? When they were lied to?

Where was I then?

Am I even with them now? I say I am, but is that true? Am I saying it because I want it to be true? Where will I be in two weeks? Six months? Four years? Will I be quiet, out of sight? Will I forget? Do I want to forget?

I was asleep. I may be awake now, but I do not pretend to have the right to any trust. That is something that must be earned. And I earn it by walking.

So now, let me stop sleeping, and let me walk.