Albert Herdianto Widjojo
The universe has driven us out of silence
to be born in the midst of screams
other voices too
then live in the crowd
with various exhausting noise
hustle bustle to erect and collapsing
attract them in an emotional and mind outburst
transforms the records into reality
increase the amount of soil
to break through and tied up with fear
to keep the desire away from seeing the light
ignoring lightning that repeatedly split the darkness
rupture lonely or tempest
from long ago, now or tomorrow
either we’re braver or not
even when we become lightning itself
thunderbolt will still come later or tomorrow
we’re still coming
and continue to tear the silence
or crowds, riots, noise or whatever.
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Then why are we brought in presence
if we should be back soon?
Is the lightning merely a reminder?
I have suffered so much lightning in my life, it becomes a part of my day. I do look and hope for sunshine to show itself to me and give me hope. Great poem!
It seems that life gives us suffering intentionally for a particular purpose, while hope gives you the light to always overcome it.
Thanks a lot, LaJenna
Carol said it so well! I believe the same.
So we agree to contradict the motivators or those who hold that we are the ones who determine our destiny?
Not exactly contradict, I think it is a little of both. We have paths..
That is the wise answer of a purple and or indigo nuanced.
I think the lightning could be a reminder. Some may get too comfortable in their lives and need reminders that they are not in charge of their destiny. We can choose our paths, make plans to do certain things, carve out our attitudes, but our destiny is just out of our reach. Defined as a predetermined course of events and considered as something beyond human power or control.
Zap! You stick your dart of wisdom right on target, Carol!