“there’s beauty in the breakdown” said the band Frou Frou. Below are words from fellow blogger Julia of Life Matters. I read this poem a few days ago and can’t seem to forget the meaning of it. I wanted to share this in hopes that it gives meaning to some of you, too. Crying never used to be something I did often, but now that I’m older, it’s much more than ever. The older we get, the more we see and the more we understand. I think crying for me is a form of therapy, expression and as Julia said, courage.
I cry more than I used to,
……..about those hungry and destitute,
……..driven into torturous perils,
……..risking all for scant hope of survival
children alone, afraid of
war, neglect, poverty, loss of home,
still unable to frame the words,
yet choked by invisible strangleholds.
I weep more than ever for people hated
……..simply for the color of their skin,
……..the conviction of their heart,
……..the level of their competencies
for all caught, vice-grip-like,
in social disparity, mere pawns –
chess pieces – subject to
unbridled narcissism and greed.
I shed more tears than I used to
…….about dogs – cooped up – caged alone,
…….worse still, used for cruel sport,
…….or confined by metal chain
about marine life perishing in polluted seas
forests at risk, resources exploited,
water tainted, oil spilled, nighttime’s splendor
erased by light from torrid flame.
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