#questioning august

Life is heavy, difficult,

But I can look up at the clouds,

Drift into the skies above,

And that makes me smile.

Humans commit atrocities,

And all I can do is turn away,

But more people fight it,

Reach out to help each other,

So how can we not celebrate them?

The world is warming, changing,

Yet we can change our habits,

Plant our own trees and gardens,

Give ourselves oasis of peace.

This room is claustraphobic,

Lonely, isolating for all the colour,

But I can message friends here,

Reach out to people and laugh,

Make friends without meeting.

How can that be anything but wonderful?

I’ll celebrate the world we live,

The kindness endlessly strived for

And all the communites that grow.

Of course we can be glad together,

In the quiet moments between words,

Where you can smile or just react.

The days you shift just a little,

To help subtly or offer it with tact.

Through complaining to a void

Where nobody connects to life,

Rather than kicking up to get some help

When the other wants it to be unseen.

In avoiding not confronting,

To let the moments divide and slide.

Love is in a million things,

And so oft have we dismissed it.

For showing care in the quietest ways,

The sun has set upon the day,

And weary bones bid it away.

But still I hope for dawns sweet kiss,

Bringing dream of nothing in remiss.

Not for tomorrow to lose our cares,

But time to breath and make repairs.

So let the hours pass in sleep,

Only to be refreshed under the stars keep.

Welcome once again the dawn light,

Pillows never seem to support my neck,

And there’s has to be something behind,

No person or breathing lets me unwind,

Safety isn’t from people in my deck.

Perhaps it’s odd I have to say,

That self protection comes my way.

I know there’s strength in others near,

But sadly too many have caused me fear.

Nor might I sleep with arguments brewing,

Times like those my brain’s just stewing.

So rest for me can be hard to win,

Instead I turn to stories many,

And comforting items I have them plenty,

All wrapped within my reach,

Everywhere is the place for kindness,

Everywhen is the time as well.

Perhaps I could say it’s in dark times,

Or when you’re struggling among others.

I could feed into thelies of the rich,

That giving while poor just makes you worse off,

But it can also bring a small reprive,

A dream that people can help each other,

To you and to someone else.

The world doesn’t need matyrs though,

No need to give from an empty cup.

Kindness will wait for us to be ready,

Then you’ll find it shared among many.

So no, kindness has no place set at all,

Beyond our own abilities to offer it,

And our eyes to see past our own pain

Before life and after death,

And out among the stars,

There’s got to be some other realm,

Living just alongside ours.

I doubt there’s other humans,

Or cultures quite like this world,

But there’s people living together,

Beyond this rock so curled.

Somewhere out there friendships grow,

What they’re called I never know,

But there a people beyond this planet,

The internet gets in your head,

Turns around everything that’s said,

So I’ve been trying to make my mind,

Read, look up, see what I find.

Of course not everything seems important,

Life doesn’t need judge jury and defendant,

But I’ve been asking the bigger questions,

Challening my own assumptions,

Even just in the quiet ways,

That might not surface change for days.

It’s a small thing to try and improve,

It’s easy to say life is emotion,

Like it can be given meaning from laughter,

Or love or the tears we cry through loss,

But that’s all just experience.

No meaning of life resonates fully.

There will always be someone arguing,

Claiming it has some other meaning,

Or that we’ve invalidated their life somehow.

Life could mean communication,

The times we share things together,

Whether in words or in silence, together,

But what about those quiet moments?

Life could be about achieving,

What achievements that is, I don’t care.

We all see different things as important,

And achievements are just the same.

Life is for the living at the end of the day,

It’s meaning we build for ourselves