Straining Toward the Sun

Greetings, Friends!

Sometimes the most positive, affirming thing one can do for a beleaguered population is to reach down deeply and acknowledge that core of very human pain. 

In solidarity with all of you chemically sensitive people who have ever felt the scourge of other people's incredulity, I've decided to share a poem of mine which expresses the torment of feeling disbelieved.

DISBELIEF

To feel disbelieved

cuts the words off at their roots --

thin, fragile branches

straining toward the sun,

only to be snapped off

by the wind . . .

phrases, perhaps raw with newness,

shocked by their own sound,

thrust into the tension and tumult

of audition

when there is

no show.

In memory of those toxically injured persons who have already succumbed to despair, and in the fervent hope of preventing more such deaths due to misunderstanding, abandonment, and hopelessness, I kindly refer you back to my earlier post, "A Time to Weep" (March 28, 2012).

Compassionate and respectful acknowledgment of this grim reality, now, by those of us who are still able to smile, can help prevent future tragedy. 

All the best to you in the new year -- 

Cheers! 

~ Daisies