Poets United: Midweek Motif, invisibility
that for so long
have been the fence posts
of my journey
Somehow become invisible.
Slipping away on streams
of feelings which no longer
have names, let alone meaning.
Awash in divisive rhetoric
so slippery it can not be grasped.
Refusing to be held accountable.
Ignorance, now polished
with a golden sheen, blinds
the eye of any beholder, and hatred,
fueled by childish spite, ignites
fists and hearts of those
who once were friends, family, neighbors.
Peace. Love. Forgiveness. Empathy.
Washed overboard by vitriolic acid
that eats away soul’s definition
of Life, of living. Destroying futures
of untold generations. Building walls
where once there were open doors.
Lit from within with light of diversity
that could heal with simple expressions
of compassion, hope, and acceptance.
In this looming darkness, I can only
pray, to find once again,
Elizabeth Crawford 11/16/2016
Notes: Been having trouble writing anything. Found the prompt at Poets United and it captured my attention as nothing has for several days. Thank you.
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