So, last week, I hit a rough patch, and I appreciate all of the kind comments and voices of concern that were raised for my well being and in defense of the human. I wanted to take a moment, before I launch into today’s poetry (brought to you by the amazing NCW Writing Retreat I was able to attend) to reach out and say a few words.
I know all humans aren’t assholes. I also know it’s our job (each human) to try and do our best not to be assholes. To not raise assholes. To forgive those who are being assholes. I know these things. But just like holding a weight constantly can fatigue a muscle and cause injury, holding on to this dark while trying to be light can be draining, so it behooves us all to drop the weight once in a while and call out the asshole-ness when we see it. After all, our job as humans is to try to make it a better world and that sometimes means calling on others to do better by one another.
And now: Poetry:
Breakdown When we break apart to find the core of iron-will within or the soft underbelly of a soul too long denied air Then we will understand the driving nature of our force Lies not in what covers us but what centers us When we give in to the churning burn of a life outside our control the masticating masses of teeth bared in anger and fear Then we will understand that we only control the product of our own mind And we are the owners of sanctuaries or hells within our own creation When we let go of the idea that its our job to dictate the perfections of others to drive their engines to direct the film of their lives and focus instead on what beauty we can leave behind Then we will find the only fragile, and faltering peace a human can own.