The fray does not acknowledge me
But spirals on, unassuming.
Funny, how our private tragedies,
that plunge us even further
through a miraged rock bottom,
are invisible to everyone else.
There is no crossing guard
proclaiming a firm neon ‘stop’
against the aggressive brute force
of an unhumdrum daily life.
Nobody to shout that I just need some air
a beat, a breath, relief.
To the world, I am a number.
Doctors, reps, CEOs, policymakers & power players
–whatever they call themselves–
all see us the same way.
they have already decided all that
and all that we can give
it’s time for us to turn ‘I’ to ‘we’ again
turn patches of hell
into pockets of haven
and prove them wrong.