Pockets of Light, Why Write?

 Pockets of Light

Stand you firm upon solid ground yet island it may seem, though taint of madness fast increase I share with you this dream. Across the globe, a sickness grows of virus planned and deadly, as even now you see the signs yield not to this bleak medley.

The Horsemen have once more let loose upon a much-trained folk, the apocalypse of dismal tune though many rash jokes. There is no humor to this tale that spans across the sea, for I have seen insidious growth they seek the brave and free. Others of a weaker blend have swallowed bait and hook; no longer do they think or act, blind eyes replace the book.

Their thoughts no longer exist; respect for life seems dimmed, though some of us still hear the notes of freedom's brightest hymns. Blinded by machines and fads and products most obscene, the eyes of men have long gone blank now programmed by the screen.

 Titles ranked and promised gifts to replace Man's truth and duty once held so dearly by one and all compassion, love, and beauty. Our earth knew to birth us all as a mother to our joy, now bleeds and sorrows in her pain, a spoiled child's toy. Their lies throughout the world now spread as elitists steal control, they've aborted from each man and child their spirit... and their soul.

 But wait! before the sky goes dim, mismanaged by these few,  we must establish islands; I'm speaking now of YOU. For still within the multitudes of those whose eyes are blank, are tiny bits of scattered light, and these I mean to thank. We need to spread the quiet word established deep within, that if one soul still stands, protect him! bring him in! Share your strength and courage with others you shall meet, but carefully reveal yourselves and live by thought and feats.

Be wary of the blinded ones for dangerous their plight, as they will try to drag you down: stand firm in freedom's fight! Be cautious of whom you trust as you become most rare, and seek out those with hearts like yours they're scattered everywhere. Know when to speak and what to say, protect your wit and might, then join with others such as you in pockets filled with light.

Stand you firm or bend at will to nurture well this dream, that madness can be cured at the root though deadly it may seem. Send forth your strength and comfort to those not yet gone blind, and gather then more bits of light each ray that you can find! For goodness gathers as it grows... on nurturing it thrives, and madness shrinks when understood by healthy wholesome lives. This is not the end... Why Write?

I write to feel better, in life to be effective...To shift my inner balance and gain a clear perspective. I write to sing a love song, my thanks for daily cheer... To alter moods within me and soothe my every fear.  I write to leave a record, my living history... Because it's all important, at least it is to me. I write to know my feelings, like any other man... To deep explore my inner realm and thus... to understand. Diana Hunter McGuerty has been a teacher for over 35 years and a lifetime poet. Diana's first published poetry book is titled Many Shades of Light: Reflections in Poetry Diana's poetry book