Today’s prompt challenges me to write a poem of gifts and joy. The prompt asks me some very difficult questions. Like “What would you give yourself, if you could give yourself anything?” This is particularly notorious because it’s very difficult for me to instantaneously name what one gift I want. As a result, this poem concentrates specifically on something I want right now.
At this present moment
It’s getting tougher and tougher to believe the things I read
The things I see – they contradict what I hear
And what I hear is distorted by what my friends hear
This chaotic cacophony means
As society, we hold hands,
Stand in a circle,
Into the fire in the middle.
There is no left,
There is just bias
I have nothing to believe in,
Nobody to trust.
I’ve grown up on truth,
But I’m maturing on lies.
So if I can ask for one thing,
And give to myself a superpower,
It would be the ability to find the truth,
Share it proudly,
Display it as a symbol of light,
Because there’s darkness everywhere,
No end in sight.