Thoughts For Our Daughter
Onslaughts of pain surging through our days
Describing the horror in a multi-media haze
Where being human hurts and not being human is worse.
Accepting the terrible beauty of this world
Seems to argue against the bleakness unfurled
In the spray of these myriads who seem limited to their curse.
A norm is thought but never found
Described in terms that just go round
And round and eat themselves, like the worm, Ouroborous.
Failing this norm turns childhood into an eternal scream
Where others attempt to bend you to their regime
With pills, as if leveling a chemical imbalance can make you one of us.
But you are not the sum of your chemistry
And no amount of sophistry
Can hide the fact we do not know who you are or why.
We are fairly absolute that we function in a way that you do not,
That not knowing how you function frightens us a lot.
That converting you to us seems as rational as anything else we might try.
But sanity cannot be administered with a pill
Since it is neither viral nor bacterial
But something riding the waves of the multiverse.
Everyone ever born has been expendable
Since everyone ever born has been terminal.
Assaying anyone’s value is more often than not sheer futility.
Wake to another day and then another after this,
Find kindred souls trekking through the bliss
Striding step for step, pushing forward in coherent stability.