Seeing and Seething

Seeing and Seething

written by: Connor Ball

 

Shaky hands to tear at one’s soul.
Wrinkly hands inspiring.
I am sure many have felt the same way.
Blind eyes seeing so easily through bullshit.
Ridiculous words landing on deaf ears.
How powerless are the treasured, the speechless, the fetishized in the universe?
Is there no justice? If time seems to move so much faster and faster it would seem maybe that karmic justice would follow suit.
Yet there is more suffering.
Is this awareness? Does this bring peace?
I do not wish to empathize to the point where I am rejected for the crime of trying to care.
If we are punished for trying to care, how do we live?
Why try so hard to love and be loved?
Only to be hurt so thoroughly.
Only to grow stronger out of necessity/choice.
Takes a lot to keep moving: this is human.
Five-fingered humans can appreciate struggle, empathize with pains, and grow.
Some of our strongest qualities make us feel the weakest, hunkering down in the face of nature.
Cowering one day, screaming the next in the face of fear.
Growing up and picking our battles wisely.
Sharing what we can through old eyes and soon creaky hand movements.
The dead can’t do all the teaching.