A compulsion to write this
The grief fills me and I need to make space
Write it away
Push out the pain and let light back in
Is it too soon to move on?
I feel guilty for wanting to, when so many cannot
Shock came first and I felt empty
Then the anger and sadness, which lingers still
I want to fill myself with peace again
My rightful place
My natural state
With the tears and confusion
I lost myself to grieve
It wasn't me
Unfocused, distracted, undisciplined
This week has been a write-off
I also felt so proud
So much pride for my chosen land
So far away, I felt disconnected
I resented that
Mass grief I couldn't be part of
No-one here understood
I felt alone in my grief
(But it is not about me)
Every news story of the lost
The hakas and the speeches
Made me sob
"Hello brother"
Broke me
Every message of unity
Hurt my heart, every time
I want to try to heal that
I need to try
Overwise it will overwhelm me
And then 'he' would have won
I will never forget
This has changed me forever
I pray for harmony
I stand for that
Even more than before
No longer passive and silent
My voice will be heard
Strong and clear
There is no room for hate
I will make sure of that
My faith is powerful
My heart full of love
I share it with you
My Brothers and Sisters
One Love
About the Creator
A J Barker
I love writing poetry! Initially just for me, a cathartic exercise where I could express my feelings safely. Now I share my work: my goal to write for a living so I write, avidly, knowing the only way I will become a writer is if I write.
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