The past few days of NaBloPoMo, I have found myself reviewing old drafts and stumbled upon this (rather long) poem I wrote on July 11, 2012. Some of you may know that from time to time I will write a little prose. In fact, poetry is the reason I started a blog three and a half years ago. By no means am I studied or practiced at the art, but from time to time I find myself typing words without thought, and often, the jumble that comes out seems to have some sense hidden in the layers and somewhat simple rhyme and meter. Having an outlet to truly share these words was what I thought I needed at the time, yet here I am, stumbling across a bit of writing that I chose to hide in the "Draft" archives of this website instead of letting it be heard. So, belatedly, here it is, now for public reading. As much as I try, I cannot remember the inspiration for these words, yet in reading them now, they create a rise of feeling in me.
Please feel free to express your feedback on this writing. Constructive criticism is also welcome.
For every day lived and each sweet breath released For moments bombarded with noise, and those in peace For times in oppressive loneliness, and those in open oneness
For each opportunity to turn a leaf For that final release of heartfelt grief For genuine clarity and heady acceptance
For everything that has ever been For the unknown we have kept within For time I spent away from you...
This time I will start anew.
A brand new day to bring the sun A new life to express joy and have fun A time to be who I have meant
A chance to bring the world new light A time to observe like birds in flight A day in this life is not just a day
We choose to lead the way.
To the top of the hill, to the crest on the breast To jump from the cliff, to leave all the rest We know not the calling, no need to ask why We simply choose to know we can fly
Light shows the way, light brings us home We no longer need all that space to roam With a unified voice, we lift our faces toward the sky
Out pours the song, "now hear our cry!" The world is not ending, that is not yet near It is a new beginning for all that will hear.
Listen: Do you hear those notes? The song in the distance? The thrum in the throats
Of thousands of people not willing to sit Waiting for those who would put fire to the pit They ignore the present and look to the past
See how it spins them round so fast? They're blind to all the truth to be seen. So lost and scared, they know not a thing.
They repeat what they hear, and it's all lost in fear No one is out there helping.
So hear my call, dear friends on the mound, We are needed, we must now sound
Our voices together, unified and light To diminish the hate, and stop the fight. We are one, we are, we are!
Knowing this; we can go far To bring peace, administer joy. So jump in, and join our ploy.
"We are the world", he once sang We are the future, their voices rang, Here in the present we are, I say.
Do not fear this simple state. In every moment there is a gate Which lends us to authenticate.
Be as your heart calls unto you, It is the only thing to do! We are. Forever. Faithful. True.
by Alaina Shea 7/11/12 (last two verses added 11/25/13)