Where do you rest your head pup
when all the edges seem jagged, and there’s no comforting spot. When there seems to be no give in a world so determined to meet arbitrary deadlines and standards not based on the human need to breath.
A sigh—
for all the many who wish to cry to mend wounded hearts not given a chance of ease in between mountains of effort called responsibilities. Who is responsible for calling time outs when there are no mothers or fathers or given guardians?
I think me
at least only for me for I am still working on being responsible for myself when there are so many things to be responsible for. And then I stop to think about the children with parents who are 70 or more who are still looking for something
We all seem to be looking for something…
permission or
forgiveness or
a break— from the expectations of others.
Where is it that the leaders go when they no longer know where to lead? Maybe they just pick a direction and keep going even when they can no longer see the end
or the point…
because what else are we supposed to do in this cycle that keeps turning over and over again in a never-ending demand for accountability from ancestors who no longer stand with us in anything else but spirit.
Perhaps it’s that
we’re hungry
all hungry
always hungry for those two simple words that our mothers and fathers and caregivers of neither gender never heard as they sweat and bled for people who made themselves deliberately blind through acts of butchery to the obvious suffering of other human people.
The apology to end all cycles of murder, merry, mayhem.
The apology to end hate and shame.
An apology, any old apology for all the countless ills that have defined a million lifetimes.
but maybe words will never be enough to make the madness stop
maybe there’s a different way to find a bit of ease.
Caia Rose 