United Calamity
from Brave: Life in Verse
January 2017
My life is like a small boat
and the waves are all a storm.
My life is like a flower
in snow trying to stay warm.
These thoughts are all a fog
and the tears still come like rain.
But I'm no longer wondering
what will become of my pain.
After a long week of storms,
the sun breaks through like a dove
on a day when hope is dying,
when hate is thickly trumping love.
The enemy is each of us.
And even I still fill with hate
at the thoughts of hate trumping-
such a hypocritical fate.
My heart shakes like an earthquake
as I let the demons of my tongue
encourage and infuriate
the hate-filled rope that has us hung.
Who are we that we let all
this flood our fragile humanity
like poisoned rain that eats us
to a united calamity?
Are our troubled hearts so fierce
and our egos such like glass,
we refuse to open our eyes
and love the ones who loved us last?
Do we choose to move away
from the connectedness we share?
Do we choose to not believe?
Do we truly choose not to care?
My heart wavers as my steps waver,
and no, I cannot change the world.
I cannot change the hearts
of those who seek to see it hurled.
To love without expecting love
is what brings us humanity.
But as we fight each other,
we're a united calamity.
from Brave: Life in Verse
January 2017
My life is like a small boat
and the waves are all a storm.
My life is like a flower
in snow trying to stay warm.
These thoughts are all a fog
and the tears still come like rain.
But I'm no longer wondering
what will become of my pain.
After a long week of storms,
the sun breaks through like a dove
on a day when hope is dying,
when hate is thickly trumping love.
The enemy is each of us.
And even I still fill with hate
at the thoughts of hate trumping-
such a hypocritical fate.
My heart shakes like an earthquake
as I let the demons of my tongue
encourage and infuriate
the hate-filled rope that has us hung.
Who are we that we let all
this flood our fragile humanity
like poisoned rain that eats us
to a united calamity?
Are our troubled hearts so fierce
and our egos such like glass,
we refuse to open our eyes
and love the ones who loved us last?
Do we choose to move away
from the connectedness we share?
Do we choose to not believe?
Do we truly choose not to care?
My heart wavers as my steps waver,
and no, I cannot change the world.
I cannot change the hearts
of those who seek to see it hurled.
To love without expecting love
is what brings us humanity.
But as we fight each other,
we're a united calamity.
