Just Write

Even as we sit solemn amongst the friends and foes. Even as we complain tirelessly of the demands of the world. Even as we pretend not to care about the birds singing outside our windows, even as we quickly scrape away the freshly fallen snow. Even as we disregard the smile of a stranger, even as we wish for a better life. Even as we avert our eyes from the last vestiges of the glorious sunlight that paints the picture in the sky. Even as we trench through each day, believing the calendar pages can’t be flipped fast enough. Even as we stay awake till 3am, drinking energy drinks and staring into the darkness. Even as we sit in our despair, crying our nights away and praying the days away. Even as we despise our homes. Even as we see the greener grass. Even as we feel the wars on the world. Even as we see and experience the poverty and pain. Even so. 

Even so, here we are. Shaping words into poems that pave the way through our melancholic lives. Even so, we can’t help but feel the beauty. Even so, we can’t help but long for the romance, the tragedy, the comedy, the adventure. Even so, we hope of the better times to come. Even so, we smile at the delight of the vision of a flower in a field of weeds. Even so, we read and read, and learn and learn, only in the pursuit of all that is good, all that is fair, all that is true. Even so, we cannot help but turn our gaze toward the view of knowledge, we cannot help but dance to the music we hear, we cannot help but feel the words of the poem deep within our soul. Even so, we are human. Even so, we feel the passion, the ardor, the ire, the dedication, the hope, the wrath. Even so, we feel the world.