I am very sad about what happened yesterday with the shooting. I used to be a school teacher, and a close friend lives near the school where the shooting took place. I also have young children. My heart goes out to the parents, families, and the entire community where this tragedy occurred. What I find interesting, with me, is I have so much angst and fret over this shooting that the event has caused me to go into a type of mental hibernation.
I am feeling a loss deeply in my heart and physical body, but at the same time I feel myself distancing myself from the tragedy, as the media upsets me with their need for profit and exploitation of people’s lives and suffering.
Also, there are many other people suffering in the world, and I believe my focus should be on everyone, not just a select group of people.
I find myself confused by my emotions. And I am in essence escaping into a fantasy of love and lust with my muse. This is my place of retreat. I delve into another place, another life, a time where everything is about love and being connected in union.
At first glance I thought I was being heartless, concentrating on my lust and passion, after such a great tragedy, but then I realized I was doing what I know best, what I have always done when the emotions are turned up too high and when reality seems too unfair and unkind to remain a part of: I escape into my own world.
Today, I will likely listen to music, write poetry, avoid the media, and try to refocus on the light in our world.
This darkness has a second-degree of power, how it holds the ability and enticement to pull us all momentarily into the dark and sense of hopelessness and fear. I refuse to go there. For me, this means continuing my life as is, while carrying love for the nation and world in my heart.
I cannot focus on something so terrible. I see no benefit in this. I see benefit in focusing on love and the goodness in our hearts. The vast goodness we have as a collective. It troubles me terribly knowing that so much pain is broadcasted across the screens.
I pray for a time that “bad news” doesn’t sell. I am feeling somewhat lost and disturbed by some people’s reactions and focus.
I felt I had to explain myself, as my poetry seems off topic based on the nation’s current focus. However, I am on topic, in my own way, just trying to escape the heart pain in the best way I know how, without harm to myself, to others, and without further spreading sadness.
May the light of the world outshine the darkness. And may we find comfort in the beauty around us.
If golden exists as word to behold
Then golden you be
The phoenix feathers of sunlight
Wrapped around my tethered heart
Your blanketing wings
Beckoning the insoluble desire
Voracious in form
Beneath my blood
Dissolve me, not
In the substance of you
But place me
As living testament
In flask upon burner
Fire upon me
With the twist of your mind
Bring fingers to the edges of my glass
And pierce me atop the flame
Of unspoken truth
Watch as I boil
A liquid amber
Transformed into the crimson of deepest longing
Watch as I burn
Not within, but without
As captive trapped empty in transparent walls
Transform my yearning through your burning eyes
Delve with a sultry cusp of want
Feed upon me with your lost covenant
Leave me wanting and scorched
Then transpire the dreams beneath the dreams
Find where I stand thin and quaked
Outside of time
Outside the fire
In the smoke rising
In the air breathed
Take me into you, then
As all liquid dissolves and escapes
Take me into you
With lungs embrace
Beyond the flesh
Beyond the bone
As soothing river
To every crevice
From the tips of extended fingers
To the edge of grounded heel
This phoenix child
Of Indigo eyes
And Ebony wings
Gasping for home
By Samantha Craft, Dec. 2012