Do you think it’s really so simple,
that everything is just black or white?
Pitting your morals against us,
it’s not a question of who’s wrong or right.
You cast judgment without understanding,
while your foundation is crumbling away.
Believing you’re walking above us,
when your morals are deep in decay.
Obligations and desires compete for my time
but are beaten down
when exhaustion enters the ring.
I wish I had spoken
one simple, kind word.
It may well have been
the only one heard.
Now it’s much too late.
Life goes on without.
Memories will fade
but regrets they do not.
My mom used to write letters at the end of each year, to keep friends and family up to date on the happenings in our family.
I hadn’t written any poetry in a while. So, in the middle of the night, I wrote a little update letter of my own.
The clarity I seek is regarding how to remain calm
amidst the storms swirling round about me,
how to be of help and live compassionately
towards those in most dire need,
those who may not appreciate or understand
the choices I make each day.
(1,108 words)
I find it funny,
not in a humorous way,
that I have hope.
That I can still have hope.
…I just keep holding on.
The silence is over.
The time has now come,
where no longer fearful,
our voices ring clear.
Those with whom we surround ourselves
tend to define our worth.
Sometimes it is through their words,
and other times by our own comparisons.
Each time we share a bit of ourselves
we give them more power,
for that is what trust is, power.
The power to lift up.
The power to crush.
There is no part of me that belongs to another.
I choose to share at my own discretion.