I and Me..
In a world of swift momentum,
We’re suspended in the stream,
Hanging between reality,
And where we’d rather be.
All worth is gauged in numbers,
And beauty that meets the eye,
All life is weighed in pictures,
All heart is left to die.
Many questions needing answers,
Answers needing to be found,
Many loads that must be carried,
Carriers hurting all around.
We meet with expectation,
We meet with so called friends,
We meet our many deadlines,
But do we ever meet ourselves?
Do we check in on our laughter;
Is it ringing clear and true?
Does the person in the mirror,
Have the eyes that we once knew?
Is the goodness that we’re speaking,
Flowing forth from heart so kind?
Or is goodness born of motive,
In the crevices of the mind?
Do the thoughts that take our headspace,
Stop to think beyond the self?
Do the ideals we once stood for,
Lie gasping on the shelf?
Hands that were so helpful;
Have they found much finer use?
Do the feet that walk so bravely,
Have strength to keep their roots?
Have we checked in on our vision?
Is it still as it should be?
Do we look across the colours,
And see equality?
Do we look into another’s eyes,
And hope to find a speck?
Have friendships found their balance,
Upon labels behind a neck?
Are our dreams in our possession?
Does our fire have its flame?
Do we sleep enough to find our rest?
Are we awake to another’s pain?
Is there meaning to the madness?
Would we dare to say we’re free?
So much that can be answered,
If “I” would meet with “me”.
In a world of swift momentum,
We’re suspended in the stream,
Yet, we must pit reality,
‘gainst who we were meant to be.
We were meant to walk with angels,
To be the salt unto the earth,
To be the light upon a hillside,
To lift another from the dirt.
Our worth is beyond the numbers,
Our beauty – beyond the eye,
Our purpose touches eternity,
And yet we fail to fly.
Our worth was staked in sweat and blood,
And weighed upon a tree,
Such a very costly loss,
If “I” won’t meet with “me”.
– Melissa Domingo
16 October 2015