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The fear can be withdrawn and we can give

***

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.

❤ ,

Hira