Choking Humanity

Today’s news, quietly screaming the ugly truth,
We are a completely broken humanity.

Hatred, violence, and political pretense
Are prowlin’ about provokin’ humanity.

The “bliss” of ignorance has become our disgrace
We’re the kiss of poison oak in humanity.

Change will not come unless we humbly face the facts —
Primary facts — and get woke in humanity.

Can I, Julie, help turn this Ship of Fools around?
I’ll use voice — with an outspoken humanity.

NaPoWriMo.net (Day 14) “Today’s is an oldie-but-a-goody: the ghazal. The form was originally developed in Arabic and Persian poetry, but has become increasingly used in English, after being popularized by poets including Agha Shahid Ali. A ghazal is formed of couplets, each of which is its own complete statement. Both lined of the first couplet end with the same phrase or end-word, and that end-word is also repeated at the end of each couplet. If you’re really feeling inspired, you can also attempt to incorporate internal rhymes and a reference to your own name in the final couplet.”

This writing prompt — writing a ghazal — after today’s events is necessary, critical,  and Timely.

Forget Fearlessness (for Joanne)

 

I remember that you wanted
to be
fearless,
And I remember
How you seemed
Disappointed in yourself
That you were not as
Fearless
As you expected yourself
To be.

My friend, you are
Not fearless—
Never have been,
Never will.

I know that seems harsh,
But what I am
Trying to say
Is that

You
Are
More
Than
Fearless.

You see,
Fearless lacks fear.

Fearless
does
not see
or acknowledge fear.

At all.

Fearless does not care.

Fearless has no worries.

Fearless is
not concerned.

Fearless doesn’t grapple.

Fearless does
Not
Consider the
consequences.

Fearless does
not require
perseverance or
stamina.

Fearless does
not spend time
to evaluate
or reflect.

Fearless does
Not
Weigh the
Costs
And benefits.

Fearless is for an instant.

Fearless is empty.

You are
Not fearless.

You are brave
And courageous.

Courage is complete.

Courage takes commitment,
Knowing the risks
But acting on
Behalf
Of
others.

Courage is compassionate,
Considering the impact of
The actions,
the inactions,
and
the reactions.

Courage sees fear,
looks it straight in the eye,
Nods with acknowledgement,

And then does
what
Is right.

Courage worries—

Courage loses sleep
And agonizes
While sifting through
What is obvious
In order
To
Find
The truth.

Courage evaluates the options,
Weighing the costs
And benefits.

Courage thinks and reflects,
Constantly soul-searching
And searching souls.

Courage makes a
careful
and brave
decisions.

Courage stands

When it would be easier
To fight
Or to flee.

Courage takes time,
Perseverance,
And stamina.

You are not fearless,
but
you are
Brave
and courageous.

NaPoWriMo – Day 16

I am cheating.  Rather than writing a brand-new poem, which is what we are supposed to do during National Poetry Writing Month, I am posting a poem that I wrote nine months ago.  Some friends wrote a book with a similar theme, so I dug this out today.  Also, on Day 9, the NaPoWriMo was “to write a poem that includes a line that you’re afraid to write. ” That line exists in this poem.

Reverse poem in which I reflect on my thoughts

My fear
Is bigger than
God’s love for me
“I want to run away.”
I will never again say
“I am free.”
Or
“I can stay here and be okay.”
I believe
Vulnerability is terrifying.
I no longer think
I am lovable.
I will never be good enough.
It is not true that
I am strong.
I am damaged goods.
Nobody believes
There is joy available for me.
Sorrow is my only option.
I used to think
I am strong enough to let down my guard.
I now know that
“I am broken.”
I will no longer say
“I can be whole.”

Now read each line in reverse order.

“I can be whole.”

I will no longer say

“I am broken.”

I now know that

I am strong enough to let down my guard.

I used to think

Sorrow is my only option.

There is joy available for me.

Nobody believes

I am damaged goods.

I am strong.

It is not true that

I will never be good enough.

I am lovable.

I no longer think

Vulnerability is terrifying.

I believe

“I can stay here and be okay.”

Or

“I am free.”

I will never again say

“I want to run away.”

God’s love for me

Is bigger than

My fear