To sit apart, watch and listen almost
equals the miraculous magic, magical
miracles in which I believe, Though
I’ve seen neither magic nor miracles,
I’ll live within them every single day.
I awaken in bright morning knowing
who and where I am, though usually
I don’t know what I’ll do, where I’m
going. I only know I will move. Each
hour brings its own awareness, awe.
I feel amazed when I stop and look
around me, though these day I limp,
walk more slowly. I still see the days
within me running for the sheer joy of
running as the miraculous gift it was.
I stood, I skipped, I danced, but said
no, refused to stride in ordered rows,
weapon in hand, my brain parked in
neutral or fled for the duration, gone
a soldier able to march, kill, and die.
Where the miracle of those who went
to war and never returned? Or of the
men and women who returned unable
to live; mind gone, and heart pierced
by the shrapnel of shattered essences.
Sharp and painful lives, wrapped tight.
Like a bomb, a present with razor wire
ribbon, a lit fuse sticking from the top.
They bury their trauma deep, hide it to
scrape the fuse higher, not to explode.
Still lit, they obscure it in pot smoke,
drown it in alcohol, cringe in the dark.
It helps, but only for a little while and
drug companies, mere acquaintances
are glad to exploit the angst and pain.
Elite leverage such slow destruction,
take advantage of wounded flesh and
worried minds. Bleeding money from
their broken being till they’re glutted;
never ever satisfied until you’re gone.
They ignore the magic of creation, harm
themselves and damn the world around.
Called out, they shrug, shake their heads,
point to their shiny toys, trinkets. It’s not
them made you homeless hungry, in pain.
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Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment
Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,
Unite the World
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