Building Positivity
My mother died when I was 15. The impact lingers to this day.
So this piece by Masaru Goto struck me deeply:
I love the intersection of poetry and photography. I want to explore that myself.
A powerfully moving project.
At times I weary
All this invective burning
I’m charred and hollow
Amusing
How I put pen to paper
Expecting certain words
To flow gracefully
I’m always surprised
At what lands upon
The page
As a youth
Athletic meant “jock”
Of which I did not align
Now things change
And I find myself
Within that fold
Strange changes
Of life
This dream of my youth
Needing to be loved widely
This thing: “Popular“
A freshman committed
Suicide
Died last night,
I hear the wail
Of robbed potential,
The silent home
A room, empty,
Where homework
Should be studied,
Driving lessons
Rehashed,
Proms planned,
Eventually weddings, childbirth
Joyful transition
Parent
To grandparent,
Planning OUR funerals,
Not of a child.
Funerals for children
Brutal
Life is fragile.
I entertained other paths
Other work
But this remains strong
I guess I cannot
Escape
Thus I should
Surrender
Into,
Then through,
My fear
Only I shall remain
The sun blocks the moon
Or is Sauron searching hard
For his ring again?
I find it far easier
Waking to poetry
Than to news
In these days
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p style=”font-family:"”>Which make my soul sing