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 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.