Member Poem

this is a time for egg shell treading
for hysterical laughter and guarded smiles.
for blood and pain and foul air
for too many bodies
too many hearts beating with pain
this is a time when the wind howls, and the tree branches sing sad, broken songs, scraped together by keening wind.
This is a time for screams of fear,
when everyone hides,
curls in on themselves,
this is a time for smiling shadows,
held taught with emotions,
hidden carefully beyond cracking masks
but smiling,
always smiling
white lips stretch through white teeth
this is a time for holding the rain
because it is new, and cold, and wet, and something different, separate, other than the pain and sorrow
this is a time for shouts and cries and dirt and brokenness
this is a time for hope
and the sadness that comes after
for how can their be so much wrong without hope? they ask
they all forget that hope is a feeling, a construct
something to cling to that has no merit what soever
this is the time for begging
for supplication to things that may or may not exist
this is the time for clasped hands around bloody flesh
clinging to each other with all they have
for what else can they do?
this is the time for humanity,
this is a time to hold together broken pieces until you scream with effort and pain from not giving up
this is a time for trying
this is a time for terror and tradition to all be torn and intermingled
this is a time for waterfalls to pound away the sand into dust
for snow to melt with blood, red and white blotched earth
this is the time for flowers to grow between our fingertips, from the red and white blue silver of staining ice,
the thorns will poke skin, shred bone as they grow with the blossoms
but grow they will
They will sit on a hill far away and remind everyone of time, for this is a time for time itself. it always has been, it always will be.