My heart, since my youth, has
whispered to me, pointing to
other lives, other places
Other people
Demanding that I bear witness.
Once, these faraway lives
Told stories of joy and laughter
But too many now
Know only
Heartbreak and fear
Pain and loss
Helplessness, hunger
And a deep, aching sadness.
The despair of souls that are not my own.
“Yet,” says my heart, “we shall bear witness.”
And I can feel them with me
Their songs of sorrow all around me.
Although I long for the quiet
And ease
Of ignorance
The world tells me “you don’t have to look”
So I should be blind to other’s wounds?
“You don’t have to listen”
So I will be deaf to their cries?
“You can have your comfortable life.
Their burdens are not yours.”
“No,” my heart says. “We shall bear witness.”
For I am not blind. I see.
I am not deaf. I hear.
I am not numb. I feel.
And I am not ignorant. I know
Their burdens are too heavy.
I will grieve with them.
I will grieve for them.
I shall bear witness.
About the Creator
Jill Harper-Judd
I've been writing poetry and short stories since childhood....but my life has often been chaotic so (mental) space to write can be hard to find. I am a lover of words and the worlds we can create with them. I seek beauty in all things.
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I just love it!😍