You Can't Change the World

"You can’t change the world"

accept it, they say

It’s too big,

Too scary,

Too many people,

With forked silver tongues.

Too many screens,

All vying for beady eyes.

A sea of darkness,

Ever encroaching.

This blue rock bows

Only to the sun.

What do you have?

A simple story?

A phrase or two?

What are those

Against such monsters?

Against their bombs,

And their guns?

A candle in a tomb.

Wisps in the dark.

A light

where it is refused.

A smile deep in the shelter

When tomorrow is unassured,

A blanket under dark skies

When the cold slithers nigh.

A poem on loss

As a heart beats alone.

A story of a knight,

As the dragons bare their teeth.

Nothing more than wisps,

Tiny threads,

insignificant alone.

Until they are grasped,

And woven,

Thread by thread,

By hand and hand.

Into a blanket,

A basket, bountifully filled,

Or a warm hug, engulfing.

Sanctuary.

Against the cold winds

Of this too-big world.

No,

You can’t change the whole world,

But let your words be the candle.

And without that light,

We will be lost in the dark.

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This is for all of those who are about to embark on a writing journey in November--know that you have my support. More motivation here if you want it!

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