Somewhere, searchers are combing through rubble
to find signs of life, or remains, while I fret over the
size of my belly, bloated by excess, filled by gluttony.
Somewhere, a mother pleas for the return of her child,
a daughter stolen, held by authority, while another cries
because her toddler’s coiffed appearance fails to win.
Somewhere, their village destroyed by war, families
flee to find peace, encounter rejection, and worse,
while a son murders his sister to honour family pride.
Somewhere, parents wait with terror-seized hearts
as a gun-wielding lunatic holds their children hostage,
while businessman fatten their wallets over arms sales.
Perspective tells me that I am unjustified to complain
over my first world problems, am selfish to bemoan
the trivialities of my self-centered existence, that I just
need to shift my viewpoint, look outside myself, and see
that inequalities and hardships beg for my compassion,
alter my focus and become a beacon for the world; and,
yet, I am overwhelmed by the tragedy that floods my
large screen TV, desensitized by the staged and unstaged
images of brutality, tired of the unsubstantiated claims
of terrorism, and the political garnering for votes; cannot
bear to hear of one more gun attack in a country where
the right to bear arms is confused with personal security;
feel out of control when I listen to stories of great loss,
am compelled to shut off the media, turn my attention to
self-criticism, and find a manageable issue close to home.
(Tonight is Open Link Night at dVerse. I am also linking this up with One Woman’s Quest II weekly challenge: attention. “It’s Not That I Don’t See” first appeared September 2016.)
To take it all in, to feel it fully without turning away, to honor yourself and who they are, you are speaking out and you are not alone. Small actions matter, each action changes, listen to your heart and your hands will find a way to help others.
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Beautifully said, Ali. Thanks.
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Yes and yes…too much and yet also not enough…(K)
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Exactly. Thanks for your comment.
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A strong voice of what is inherently wrong with living in this crazy world. 😦
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Thanks, Olga
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I can relate to this a lot.
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Thanks
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I think that if we each found something manageable and also saw the good things that happens… but when did you last see a headline “infant mortality down by 20%”. I think sometimes the news numbs us with all the horrors instead of breaking it down to good things we can actually do
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Agreed!
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Oh, I can understand — the privilege of distracting oneself from all the bad events and happenings is easy to enjoy because the reality of those brutalized is so harrowing and overwhelming.
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The pain.. the sorrow.. uncontrolable grief and horrors of violence surround us all via media and newspapers… sigh.. sometimes it becomes a tad bit too overwhelming 😥
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It does. Thanks for commenting
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Nice last two lines. One needs to find manageable issues.
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We do, at times
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We all get tired of the hypocrisy, can’t figure out where our heads should be. I go back and forth all the time. I want to hide out or I want to cry out. I want to care or not at all. Sometimes there is solace in silence, the question isn’t where do I find it, but how do I keep it? Some think my faith is an escape or crutch, whereas my faith is a challenge every minute.
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I am sure it is, Mary. Thank you for your input.
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Boy, you speak to my heart and mind on this. I, too, suffer depression, confusion and anger at what I see in the world. This morning I listened to the Yazidi woman who won the Nobel Prize and I just collapsed. Yesterday, a woman from Sierra Club called me about making a contribution to spotted owls, or something, and all I could think of was the plight of women and children around the world. earthquakes, tornadoes, tsunamis, erupting volcanoes,etc….on top of the senseless violence done to humanity and nature. We do what we can, but we must choice wisely. It is never ending, isn’t it? Your poem says it all.
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It seems to be never-ending, and I am a believer that peace begins within, and my well-being goes farther in helping the world. Thanks for your words.
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You are welcome.
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And life goes on, whether it be our own torment inside or we listen to and see the screwed up circumstances outside, will it ever end, or is the merry-go-round stuck and we are all on it.
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So true.
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So deeply emotional and powerful at the same time.
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Thank you.
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You are welcome.
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There are too many terrible situations in the world these days and we as individuals can only do so much, V.J. But then, it has always been so, they just weren’t covered in the media to such an extent. When I was a child, I could name the disasters in the news because they were closer to home; now they are often in parts of the world I wouldn’t haven’t have heard of back then. The constant stream of news on TV and on-line makes me more frustrated, angrier and sadder than I have ever been. It is up to those in power, with money and resources, to do what they can, but those people are usually the greediest and the least concerned, with the hardest of hearts. All so well conveyed in your poem!
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Thanks, Kim. Now let’s turn it all off for a few days and enjoy our weekend. Be well.
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You too!
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So many stories and events all happening at once now. If we read too much violence and hate, it can desentisized us, true. When the news are depressing, I turn it off and read something else, more positive and uplifting. Hope you have a good weekend.
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It’s true. There is a time to tune out and a time to tune in. I just hope we find the right balance.
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“look outside myself “- that is a powerful thing to accomplish VJ. its something that those in power need to do more. I like the contrasts of trivial matters against the important things in life. I listened to more of Naomi Nye videos, she talks about being overwhelmed by tragedy but actively doing something about it, your poem echoes that so well.
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I will have to seek those videos out. Thanks Gina.
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I wouldn’t have thought this was written 2 years ago until I got to the end. Whoa. Are we all just treading water… This is an emotional, intense piece of writing – perspective can slip away if we aren’t careful. Thank you.
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Thanks – that’s why I reposted it – still current.
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Powerful write…very true, our viewpoint could certainly use altering when we attempt to moan over the insignificant while ‘somewhere’ there are human beings struggling to survive without torture, fear, violence and hardship.
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It’s all perspective, isn’t it?
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It most certainly is and we need to remind ourselves of that perspective periodically.
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I hear and share your frustrations. I have turned off the talking heads and stick with writing poetry!
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“the talking heads” is a very apt description. I need to wean myself.
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They tend to feed our predispositions without really giving much new in the process. The get me all riled up and stressed. Don’t need that!
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Agreed!
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I felt your deep emotions in this. You’re right even 2 years on not much has changed and in fact there is even more to be concerned with. Such sadness in the world 😢
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There sure is…really crazy right now.
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This is powerful. How often do we all sit feeling the overwhelmed, helpless and guilty at the bombardment of tragedies and unjustness in this world…and yet the solutions seem so clear and yet so out of reach…?
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Thanks. Although I wrote this 2 years ago, the sentiment/issue remains.
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Unfortunately, it doesn’t ever seem to lessen.
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No, it doesn’t. Makes finding perspective difficult.
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That it does!
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I loved this poignant poem, and to write about all inequalities is the task of us all.
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/07/08/i-am-not-a-child-i-am-an-adult-i-can-help/
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I agree, Ivor. At the time that I wrote this, I was so overwhelmed by my own life condition that I couldn’t think of it. Guilt transferred to poetry.
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You used your guilt emotions very well.
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Thanks.
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