holding my heavy heart
when will "enough" be heard over rage
My insides feel trapped
Skin and bones hold up forced borders of my assigned existence
There's too much dense air between ligaments
Shrapnel layered discs pile up my curved spine
Weighted shoulders hold heavy unheard prayers
/
There's a ringing in my ears
Smoke in my tear-filled eyes
The stench of sulfur and upturned soil tries to mask scorched flesh as dust tries to settle
/
I wish to close my eyes
But I cannot turn away from the screaming and outstretched arms
/
Why do you harm each other
/
My body is endless, pocket-marked but still here
You too, are pocket-marked, but still here
(I see you, I hear you)
/
Everything hurts and everything shakes
Every truth sits on the edge of a blade
In the crack in crumpling concrete and ripple of wave
Why does a storm always have to rage
Before any rainbow can show some grace
(When will there finally be grace?)
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Oneg In The Arctic
A storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
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Just as moving as when I first read it. This is a really great piece.
Powerful, compelling, and relatable! You can always tell when true emotions inspire writing and this reads as deep as the emotions you evoke with it! I loved reading it and subscribed for all that is yet to come!
You evoked so many images and emotions with this powerful piece well done
Big time realities. Big time feels. It is the season of releasing. This can only help. *Gentle hugs*
So raw and yet so relatable to so many in these times. It feels funny to say good poem given the topic, but this is really well done. I felt everyword. And I love that you ended with a question.
I'm not quite ready to think the rainbow is coming.
That final line - Stunning work Oneg!
This is very insightful. I sense your contemplative feelings of sorrow and fear. This is one of your best pieces with each word perfectly conveying your emotions.
I read this one the other day, I was super busy, but I'm back to like and share love ❤️ Great job on this piece❗
I often find myself asking the same questions of theodicy. Truth is, it is everywhere, all around us. It just doesn't always feel like it.
Oh my. This is so sad, and so powerful. Heartbreaking.
I asked the same question. Israel may be far away but the war affect us all. We know this day was coming but we can never be prepare for human brutality . This a wonderful piece. I hope you find comfort in writing this. Sending you hugs and comforting thoughts your way. This must be hard to explain this to your students. It’s no a good time for kids to see this on social media.
Whoaaa, this was so powerful! Gosh you have a way with words!
Wow, this was really powerful! <3
Awesome social commentary poem!!! Loving it, Oneg!!!❤️❤️💕
Beautifully written and powerful 💙Anneliese
I am shaking inside out. So fucking powerful. I felt every word to my core,
I loved it ❤️ Hope my stories gets to this point 😪😪 What type of stories do you guys like🤗