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| Neighbors. Photo by Kyla |
If the way you shine
is invisible,
then polish it in secret.
Many of us
are in your tribe.
We go about the world
feeling the same things
you feel:
lost, cornered, threatened
by the visible
and the wrong.
Here, anywhere,
lit by this street lamp perhaps
might be the alignment
of space-time
able to receive you, reflect you.
What you'd like to kill
will be its needed agent.
If you succeed
in destroying your nemesis,
you will never know
who you are.
Our tribe will diminish
by one.
I really like this one Kyla! What I got was, without knowing one's external representation of their own shadow they will unknowingly be living it more often in their life.
ReplyDeleteThank you. It started simply because I kept reading about death threats and it got painful. I wanted a way to say "Stop!" This is what emerged.
DeleteLovely poem, Kyla.
ReplyDeleteAs authors, we're supposed to understand the human psyche. Murder is tough to wrap my mind around, and the thought brings me no pleasure. But sadly, this isn't the case for everyone.
Thanks for adding a voice of reason.
Cathleen, thank you. I don't feel very reasonable, and definitely don't claim to understand all of what goes on. I peer into it as closely as I can, and try to say what I see in a way that moves somebody.
DeleteWe try to kill off our own internal contradictions, as well as wishing death to other people, sometimes quite casually. Lately some of this seems to have erupted forth more forcefully. I hope it is a healing purge.