Escapism
Escapism is so horrifically real.
It leaves you stranded. Standing still.
Right in the middle of it all. Incredibly in awe.
You won’t even tremble, people will walk right through you.
On some evenings though, you’ll feel that slight wind.
Lifting your hair onto your face, disturbing your quiet portrait.
The lines those strands will curate, speak a crafted message from the universe.
Will you be alive enough to see the signs you’ve been asking for?
If you see the signs, would you be courageous enough to stand up against the wind?
Face the force, spread your arms and walk into the chaos around you?
I’ve been faint-hearted. I’ve been almost spiritless.
Oh! How I’ve been staring at the portrait of the warrior in me.
Chronically. Disconsolately.
You see escapism seeps through you cleverly
You’ll be left collecting the piece of your sensibility that you dropped all along.
Of course only when it’s all too late, would you have put together your courage to reminisce -
How you turned your back to reality, spirituality, even conviviality;
only to walk forests that soothe you enough to go by yet another day of delusion
Allow me. Let me remind you of how the truths were so ugly– you broke down crying.
Of how you were so weak, that the words of strangers shattered your strength.
How so you looked the other way to unsee the massacre of helpless lives.
Allow me to remind you– That in the name of humanity is your job to speak up for!
Let me remind you, that there is this coward in each and every one of you.
Screaming its loudestt right now in your silence.
When you let those that are deluded themselves speak instead of being left silent.
There’s not much of a difference between you and them.
Though they are too lost to be brought back,
But maybe a strangers word will break through the glass that you’ve locked yourself in
maybe a stranger’s hurt will trigger your awakening~
