Saturday, February 4, 2017

I stand for peace

The world has become divided
Into us and them, and I am lost
I feel so pulled to be myself
Playful, strong, open, loving
And I feel pulled to withdraw
Hide from the shouting masses
The world seems so hostile now
Extravert trumps introvert in all ways
War comes closer, seemingly
Lines are drawn, insults are slung
And, as darkness descends, I feel
A deep sense of loss creeping in
Did I really grow up, to hide in my bed
Blankets drawn up to keep out the
Incessant screams of hatred and vile
Did I really grow up to be silent
Part of a mass that stands idly by
While the world drowns in conflict
But, as I dry the tears shed in pain
From the skin of my cheeks, I sit
And know that I can also be peace
Standing like an oak tree in the storm
Still, unmoving, weathering, present
Beacon of love, ready to give shelter


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