My world is burning

Another poem that feels so apt

My world is burning

Found myself here in the dark, in the midst of ruins, ashes, smoke and flames
My world is burning in ways more than one, nothing could ever be the same
Feeling less and less like myself, each passing minute, every other hour
Don’t know how to tame the fire, to ask for help - I have lost all words, all power
Bright blue water, cool breeze and the scent of tropical flowers: was it too good to be true?
Is it me, have I just “burnt” out? Or is the reality undeniably all that ensues

My world is burning, fish and turtles choke, due to people’s actions unplanned
Leaves’ve crumpled, bird song’s muted, air’s polluted and lake’s turned to sand,
It’s time to change, eh, mate? Not all our interactions need be a transaction
I dream of a world where we change our ways and take some action

My world is burning, a mother clenches on for life for her dying son
Shackled spirits, prisoners of war, bloodshed, bombs and guns
Why can’t we muster some courage to stop, for peace and quiet?
I dream of a world without terrorism, subjugation and race riots

My world is burning, abuses hurled, beaten black and blue, I got blamed
For provoking an ‘innocent man’ to be lustful and violent - that’s how I got raped?!
Where my identity, orientation, I decide - where I won’t be labeled or commodified
I dream of a world where I’d be me, not only someone’s daughter, wife or merchandise

Should I fight for my conviction or lament these fantasies that we would never realize?
Oh how I hope the dream of reclaiming my power, strength, and sanity would materialize
The raging fire somehow lights an internal candle of hope
I dream of rising like a phoenix from the ashes, that’s the only way I can cope
Nightmares will fade, paving the way to a beautiful, imminent transformation
Rejoice and cheer as together we behold and enable the dawn of a new creation! 🤩