I cry more than I used to,
……..about those hungry and destitute,
……..driven into torturous perils,
……..risking all for scant hope of survival
children alone, afraid of
war, neglect, poverty, loss of home,
still unable to frame the words,
yet choked by invisible strangleholds.
I weep more than ever for people hated
……..simply for the color of their skin,
……..the conviction of their heart,
……..the level of their competencies
for all caught, vice-grip-like,
in social disparity, mere pawns –
chess pieces – subject to
unbridled narcissism and greed.
I shed more tears than I used to
…….about dogs – cooped up – caged alone,
…….worse still, used for cruel sport,
…….or confined by metal chain
about marine life perishing in polluted seas
forests at risk, resources exploited,
water tainted, oil spilled, nighttime’s splendor
erased by light from torrid flame.
I’m grieved much more than I used to be,
…….by people believing
…….insidious lies of those bent
…….on forcing the vulnerable into servitude
women raped, the elderly shunned,
tribes disregarded, victims suffocated,
humans shackled, innocents gunned down,
rights revoked – a sinister Russian roulette.
But do not weep for me,
for one must choose between compassion
or bitter cynicism, which blames victim,
refusing to comprehend, denying culpability.
Only tears make it possible
to see in the dark, for they shield
one’s heart from searing blaze used to
systematically dull sensibilities.
I cry so much more than I used to.
It must be so, for tears’ assignment
is to deposit nutrients into
soul’s secluded sanctuary, sole hope
for birthing courage, integrity,
resolve, qualifying ingredients
to tread where few dare,
undeterred and undaunted.
© Julia Penner-Zook, 2017
Photo credit: http://www.pixabay.com
Yes. Yes. Yes. ❤
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❤️ Thank you, Pamela!
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Thank you Julia! I found it on Diana’s blog. The truth cannot be hidden – written is best to make understood! Loved it, very interesting!
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Thanks so much, Juli! I’m so glad you found this via Diana (so grateful to her)! I just enjoyed one of your ‘truth” poems on your blog as well.
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Thank you so much Julia. I was once a better and good poet when I was younger. But at certain moments in my life, my profession got in the way and let it go more than trying to do it often. But I am now getting back at it and I hope I will keep up with it. “Trying” is the strongest word!
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“Trying”, repetition and persistence will bring back what you had and add to it! At this point you have the advantage of more life lived to inform your poetry! Keep writing, Juli.
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Thank you. You gave me the courage to lift up to it. I will do. I kind of have some poems I have written, but I need to go over them one by one. I hope one day I will print them into a book – fingers cross! Dreams do come true! Thank you ever so much!
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One poem, one step, one day at a time. Keep the dream alive. ❤️
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Beautiful, Julia.
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Thank you so much, Cynthia.
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This absolutely stunning and heartbreaking at the same time. You have the power to write in a way that breaks through emotional barriers.
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Lovely of you to stop by, Bel! Thank you. I’m so gratified that this resonated with you. ❤️
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Your beautiful poem has touched my heart, it eloquently expresses the very same thing I’ve noticed in myself, that “I cry so much more than I used to”…thank you Diana for sharing this post, I’m glad I stopped by.
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Kimberlee, I’m also glad you stopped by (and so grateful Diana shared this piece). Thank you for taking the time to comment! As tears fall, our souls expand and we can see farther! ❤️
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This is so true! Thank you for stopping by as well…
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You’re welcome. Your writing and photography are compelling.
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Thank you, the photography is courtesy of my amazing partner who carries the camera on our many walks and captures the images that catch my eye! I keep suggesting that he start a photography blog of his own but he enjoys enhancing mine! Your kind comment will warm his heart…
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Lovely! ❤️
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A truly heartfelt poem. Very sad but full of truth.
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Thank you, Robbie! I so appreciate your kind words. And we move forward with courage! ❤️
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So many thoughts and aches compressed into few words…outstanding! I love the positive ending despite a horde emotions that overflow and pull at the cords of my heart.
I am glad I hopped over from Diana’s blog. Thanks for sharing.
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There certainly are a horde of emotions that pull us in so many directions, Balroop. I’m also glad you hopped over here from Diana’s blog. #hopealways. ❤️
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A compassionate poem… wonderfully expressed.
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Thank you so much, Iris. Compassion sometimes seems in short supply. ❤️
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Yes, it’s true… it’s lovely though, when we can spread it around… You ‘re welcome. ❤
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My first thought, we all cry more often. But then, you ended on such a positive note. Beautifully written, shared by Diana. Thank you for a timely piece.
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Somehow I wish it weren’t timely – or so universal, in a sense! Thanks very much for taking the time to read. I’m grateful Diana shared the piece. ❤️
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As I read, I hear myself over and over, yes, yes, yes…
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Lea, thank you! #together!
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This is so beautiful. you have expressed so eloquently what many of us feel 🙂
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I wish the feelings weren’t so universal, but on another level, this bond also empowers us. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment, Judy.
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Yes you are right it does empower us. 😊
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Reblogged this on Nesie's Place and commented:
“But do not weep for me,
for one must choose between compassion
or bitter cynicism…”
A must-read.
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Thank you so much for the re-blog, Felicia. ❤️
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You’re welcome!
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So much truth…. unfortunately, I can relate all too well. My tears let me know I’m still alive… and it’s all real. 😞
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Isn’t that the truth, Felicia! Your tears let you know you’re alive…and it’s all real. Thank you for sharing.
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Beautiful poem, Julia. A great way to start my Sunday,
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Thank you, Jill. I’m grateful the poem resonated with you.
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Reblogged this on the portfolio – in progress and commented:
“there’s beauty in the breakdown” said the band Frou Frou. Below are words from fellow blogger Julia of Life Matters.
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Thank you so much for the reblog, Connie!
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I seem to become more sensitive to suffering as I get older – and I’ve always been sensitive! So I can relate to the sense of sadness at suffering here Julia.
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It’s a gift to be able to identify with another –– somehow, a gift that has responsibility attached. Thanks for visiting, Andrea. ❤️
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So beautiful. A lovely poem that puts into words what many of us feel in our hearts.
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Yes, I truly believe many feel this way. Solidarity is vital; we are better together!
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I very much appreciate the meaning of this poem and I can feel your passion and want for a better world for all.
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Thank you, Connie. ❤️
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Good morning Julia,
Not often do I reply to your writings, it seems. But this one touched a chord today & I say, “Thank you”. There is so much to ponder!
Love you, Marilyn
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Thank you so much, Marilyn. Good to hear from you, and I’m grateful this piece resonated with you! Love you, too! ❤️
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