How far can a tree bend
against the fierce howling wind
before it breaks in two.
How deep can my spirit plunge
into the dark depths as it witnesses
these horrors against humanity.
How low can a people sink
in the name of greed and self-servitude
bowing in worship to hypocrisy.
I fear a comeuppance is at hand~mighty~
laying waste before the howling gales of lies
forging a path back to truth and kindness.
My heart is near breaking,
knowing the pain that must be dealt
to bring us back from the brink.
Many spirits will break against these storms
as we swing back along a line of sanity
or some semblance we can salvage.
But without these storms we lose all~
our planet, our humanity,
our very souls!
© Donna Donabella 2017
I rarely write anything that could be construed as political, but given the political climate and actions (or lack there of) in our government, I knew my anger and concern would spill out on the page here soon. The opening lines came to me while watching a particularly nasty storm, and then the rest flowed from there.
The pictures here are selfies I took during a course this winter. They express my feelings these days.
I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link, Poetry Pantry.
I leave you with a few additional words about how far can we sink. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2017. Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.