Why are we weak,
When we want more than
Why is the need for depth
Met with such shallow opposition?
Why is substance sappy,
Why is idealism idiotic,
I don’t want to live in a world
Where these questions ring true,
If you agree with this nonsense,
I have nothing for you.
I have been traumatized.
I have watched the ones I love
Slowly succumb to the madness
They always deny.
As if it will give the trauma less weight.
Sometimes, I want to scream-
To shake their shoulders and remind them
That it’s okay to feel,
To be the broken selves that we have become,
To accept that things have been done
That were never
To remember that there are people
Who can never be allowed back,
And that is okay.
Oh, but when they rip the mask away,
That is when I want to hold them,
To kiss away all the ugliness that has fused
With the hearts of those who long to forget.
I want to brush away those invisible tears,
To whisper, in a voice louder than the fears-
“You are now.
You are loved.
You are alive.
You are here.”
Sometimes, I feel so deeply, so much…
I fall silent, overwhelmed, by what words cannot touch.
It’s like explaining senses yet undiscovered,
Trying to relay the emotions uncovered.
Yesterday was the 5 year anniversary of Through the Fog. This was all I could think of to write. Overwhelmed.