My Words Are Not Weapons
Revolution need not be drenched in violence if compassion is our battle cry.
Where have you gone
My haven
My shield
In times of chaos
Confusion
When every decision
Ends with my world torn apart
Bridges burning
The smoke signals returning no echos
You have always been my constant companion
Making my welcome pain
Into shimmering mist
A mirage of beauty
When all backs are turned
Against me
You embrace me with your fluid grace
I felt its void
As my body’s unchecked fall through space
Forcefully met pavement
The night sky is illuminated with artificial lights
Blinding me with their matching promises
But it’s my own deceit that
Has me lying on this floor that
Smells like cat piss
This whole city stinks
The smell of broken dreams and diarrhea
Permeates every cell of this
Pulsing city of vice
I feel your banishment ending
As the eight of swords loosens its grip of my tongue
And fear loses its stranglehold
With joyous rapture I relinquish this
Debilitating grief that had refused to be assuaged
I will not seek your shelter
My paladin of light
We will be neither master nor slave
Though I know first hand the double edge you wield
Do you not thinks it’s time
To use your mighty power to comfort
And convey the beauty of diversity
To educate not lecture
To guide not demand
To set free instead of imprison
To explore the endless possibilities
And redefine what it means to be human
Copyright © Heather Crismond | Year Posted 2021
It has been a long time since I have written anything. There are several reasons for this. Fear, first and foremost on my list of denial. Lack of clarity, making it hard to find the truth from the lies. Self-doubt, we are alway the hardest judges of ourselves. And fear, fear, fear.
I am finally realizing that no one’s opinion but my own holds any importance in my reality. Just as no one’s opinion should matter in yours. We have one shot at this particular life. One chance to make an impact for good or ill, before the light goes out heralding our journey’s end.
I have just come to the conclusion self love is first thing on my to-do list. How can I even begin to help those in need when I am trying to pick my own self up off the ground. My first reaction, more like a reflex, is to help any and all I see in need. Completely ignoring the warning signs my body desperately tries to convey.
Why am I finding that the most difficult.
My intuition is very strong when I allow it freedom. I can easily tell truth from lie. If a persons intentions are for good or ill. I can walk into a room and single you out as the person who most needs a hug, a hand up or whatever it is that you might need.
I am honestly the best girlfriend you would ever have. I always know what you need when you need it. I am also the most amazing gift giver. Unfortunately, for this very reason I am taken advantage of a lot. It’s time to find some balance.
We must all overcome our challenges with mental health, juggling work loads, family responsibilities, addictions, and complacency. When we find the balance within ourselves it will reflect in our lives.
When we live in joy. When we wake up every day with excitement in our hearts. When we slow down and see beauty in the mundane. When we can sit and just breathe with no thoughts, savoring being in this moment knowing there will not be another one.
Only then can we help our loved ones, friends, and neighbors.
I have learned we are all connected. Not through a hive mind or consciousness. Though our consciousness can connect to one another and change our shared reality for good or evil. We are individuals first and foremost learning what it is to be human and how to deal with our own unique challenges.
The connection we share is in the conservation of our shared planet. The compassion we must show to those who are so much in need of our help. We have so many shared challenges that we can overcome together. Yet we seem determined at times to blindly and selfishly move through this life acquiring as many possessions and money as we can as if it was some kind of competition.
I need to let you know… Uhm… you can’t take it with you. What are you collecting it for? Who are you trying to impress? Material gain will never be enough. There will always be something bigger, better, and more advanced. The space you want to fill will only grow bigger and emptier with each possession.
I am not saying there is anything wrong with possessions. Only in the acquiring of them just for the sake of acquisition. It is my hope one day we will all have all that we need without the need to compete.
The road ahead will not be easy for any of us. In fact, it will seem downright impossible at times. The rewards, though, will be beyond compare.
Imagine if we would help the homeless into steady housing. If we gave parents real hope that their children would have a brilliant future, no matter what socioeconomic background they are from. If we could just see people as people. The only thing I see when I see differences in gender, color, ethnicity or sexual orientation is the beauty in their diversity.
If we could just individually work together to accomplish these things in our little slice of the world it would start a revolution. A revolution in compassion and the world would never be the same.
