A Poem for Grief

Today is one of those days

I do not see

the point in living.

Inside me

is desolation, ruin.

I am a wasteland. Dead Lands

where life grows naught

nor growing things breathe.

I look without

seeking hope

and I weep.

For outside me

I witness brokenness

and devastation,

fires, and floods,

war begotten by fear,

greed and desperation.

I witness hurt people

hurting people.

I look, and I do not see hope

for my own nor the worlds

becoming.

How could it be?

How ever could the garden

return to Eden?

These scars, we will carry

like a brave kitten

with an amputated limb.

There is no going back.

Only onwards.

Can we dare hope?

(-yet worse it is-

to live hopeless-)

that we may bloom

into spring

Real and True

such that our youth

was only a mirror,

and we will come into everlasting Joy

But that is for tomorrow.

Today, it is okay

to weep.

Dedicated to those who lost friends, family, and loved ones, in the July 4th flooding in Texas. This poem, too, is dedicated to all those who grieve.