2017: Natural disasters, mass shootings, presidential problems, foreign conflict.
This year has been rough to say the least. I hate reading the news and see “death” and “accident” flash before my eyes; it’s heartbreaking.
I express my sadness in poetry (nerd alert 😉 ), so here’s a Shakespearian sonnet — yes, I did follow iambic pentameter with the correct syllable count.
Tragic Reality
Abuse, disdain, surround our world today;
Each minute contains something full of hate
Most victims are forgotten by Tuesday
Though we observe this we accept our fate
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A tragic life to sustain in, isn’t it?
But we can change this frightful narrative
With committed minds and gentle spirit
The fear can be withdrawn and we can give
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The deathly dark gas can be extinguished
Instead a bright light can begin to shine
A peaceful world can open with less red
Less hatred, more compassion; imagine
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But will this be apart of my lifetime?
I wonder and wait for the peaceful climb.
Life is difficult, annoying, and complicated, but I am immensely grateful for all the opportunities present in my life.
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