Poem: If You’re Looking At The Sky

If You're Looking At The Sky

by Azalia Suhaimi

Why is the world divided between the feelers and the ones hungry for power?

When one finds heaviness to walk a step forward

anticipating another atrocity waiting in front of their eyes,

another is walking too fast, blinded by lust and desire

for power, money, who-knows.

Today, after reading the news, I parked my car by a lone corner of the street, and wept. And realized what a privilege it is to be able find a quiet space to weep my heart out.

And while one thinks of practical ways to solve a problem,

I draft poems in my head, hoping it could save the world in some way.

That’s the thing about being

a feeler, a romantic, the too-sensitive.

I wish we could meet somewhere halfway

and agree that love and peace prevail.

I wish I did not have to be too-sensitive

so I’d stop being heartbroken while not actually helping.

And I wish the too-blinded-by-power

could open up their eyes

(and by eyes, I mean their heart).

I do not have the heart though

to post a photograph of anything under the sun at this point,

so here is a photo of the sun.

I hope that at least we are looking at the same sky,

that at least the sky looks the same

for those who are able to weep in the car

and those who aren’t,

those oppressed,

those who do not deserve this pain.

And while we are looking at this same sky,

I hope you know that I am thinking of you

and praying for you.

I hope that in some way

my tears would become the rain that blanket you

in comfort and protection,

away from this pain you do not deserve.

©️ Poem by: Azalia Suhaimi.