After recently self-publishing a book of poetry, it awakened in me the desire to try and write poetry more often (as opposed to a handful over a decade). One poem I wrote shortly after President Trump’s election was the one below. People all over social media bewailed how unsafe they felt, whether rightly so or not.
Fear has gripped America. I’ve been thinking about fear frequently over the past year with an increase in terrorism, extreme viewpoints, and overall lack of understanding and love. This poem wrestles with the idea of safety and whether it was ever really attainable. We’re only so safe as we rest in God’s hands, not the government’s or our own. But until the world sees that we’ll continue in our worries.
Much can change in a single vote;
And here upon our stately boat
Fear has racked us stem to stern
And taught us lessons we can’t unlearn.
Women feel unsafe with the men at their side.
Minorities feel unsafe with the majority tide.
Immigrants fear they’ll be thrown overboard.
The rich fear the loss of their golden hoard.
Those with reason should be in power;
But who wants reason at the eleventh hour?
We’ll sail all canvas in the reckless wind,
Until our ship meets its watery end.
We are all unsafe upon this tossing sea;
Maybe once we know that we’ll let love be.