I cannot reach past space and time
To touch your beating heart.
I cannot grasp the castle sands
Before it falls apart.
The waves of time have cleaned your slate,
And space has lost your name.
No one recalls you had a fate,
And yet we're not the same.
For the lack of you leaves a bleeding hole
That some would fill with words,
The clamor of their endless din:
"Let us be seen and heard!"
You scream, demand, You stand and shout
So long and oh so loud
You drown the weeping voices out
And shred the mourning shroud.
For justice cry! You say – nay weep,
For justice shed your tears,
Anger has caused the death of these,
It will not quell your fears.
You say that something must be done,
But I can only ask
Why aren't you doing something now?
Fulfill your zeal's due task.
But no, you will not take the hand
That's bloody, broken, worn.
You will not risk a different land
Than that where you were born.
Someone must help, but someone is
Not you, or those you know.
The world must change, yet you're the same,
You whine but do not grow.
Stop up your mouth – your worthless voice,
To scream is not to save.
Reject the rage that makes you feel
The conscience salve you crave.
If you still think that war is wrong
And children should not die.
Get up and fight to stop the pain:
Become the good you cry.
Cry justice, oh you selfish world.
Cry it in deeds, not words.
Weep tears of change, and not of rage,
If you wish to be heard.
Dear child, dear child, they may regret
Your loss, but they will still forget...
YOU ARE READING
Ikigai
PoetryI had to let go to grasp my loss. I had to get lost to find my way. I had to fall to stand for what's right. I had to leave the old To arrive at the new. This is my journey from goodbye to farewell.
