The choir of our
voices rise up
from the babel of
muttered curses
life seems like such
a slow burn but
as the world turns
we learn it’s
never a place we
will linger for long
as our world is slowly
sinking into the sea
there is beauty
in this broken world,
beauty inside of you and me
poetry glistens
amongst brittle rhetoric,
an antidote to the vain
proving there is perfection
within the imperfection
of the mundane
it is our job
to create the light
that shines into
the dark places
of trying times
and to remind
others that amongst
the pain there
is also the sublime.
This is what it means to be a Muse.
I wrote this poem today. What inspired it was a story that caught my attention on social media. Francine Christophe, a holocaust survivor, shared an incredible tale of human dignity and grace amongst the horrific atrocities of the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp.
I started thinking about how we, as individuals, can bring light into the world, no matter how ugly it is. This is how the poem was born.
Francine’s full story can he found here. I promise it’s worth five minutes of your time.
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