I can see it in your eyes
The fear which clouds every thought
I can hear it in your words
The anxiety laced in everything you say
Fear of life itself
And all of those who walk about it
Anxious over the notion that someone somewhere just might
Take you out.
It’s scary, I know.
I feel that way too.
Every time a cop car pulls up behind me, I feel my heart sink further into my chest.
When I walk by strangers on the street, I wonder where there is malicious thought behind that half-baked smile
Or if someone aims to destroy at a park
in the mall
in a school
And the government,
It’s a whole different kind of beast
Claiming to be for the people
It destroys the people
Through lies and deception
Greed and destruction
Each of us – Black, white, Muslim and Jew – tremble in fear and trepidation with every passing moment.
And It’s only been 7 days!
It’s not supposed to be this way
Living in a constant tension between fight or flight
War exists but we were not made to live in a constant state of it
Resiliency is for the birds
We are dying
We are killing ourselves
Fear and hatred both incapacitates and alienates us
Aren’t you tired?
Aren’t you tired of that gnawing, aching feeling in the bottom of your chest
Aren’t you tired of living in between, with one foot in the grave and the other trying to walk around and feign sanity in the midst of destruction
Aren’t you tired of waking to fight to breathe, to exist in polluted air
Or of walking amongst corpses.
We are wounded people. Each of us deeply scarred.
Will we ever find a way to walk back towards each other?
Can we undo what has been already done?
Can we repair the foundation and rebuild a society that is strong, beautiful, loving, and true?
Or is this our final resting place?
2 thoughts on “Tired: The Cries of a Weary People”
Great poem! It reflects so many of my sentiments. Glad I stopped by this morning. Lifting you up. Have a blessed week. -Carolina