The World…

The world is so very loud,
its noise cloaked in a shroud.
There is weariness I can’t shake,
I feel it every day, even as I wake.
The heaviness is filled with untruth,
navigating the day I become a sleuth.
Searching for truth is becoming a chore,
and even what you find seems surreal, unsure.
The chaos grows as violence and lies spread,
the noise relentless as it churns in my head.
Even at home, alone, inside my gate,
I struggle to blot it out, accept this as fate.
The connection of church and state
is not one that we should or can make.
My heart knows what is good and bad,
my God voice whispers to me, yet I feel so sad.
How do we dim the volume, find common ground,
and can we listen without making a sound?
It seems that hate and fear are winning,
that we have fallen into a pattern of sinning.
One man’s truth is another man’s lie,
and the weight of it all just makes me want to cry…
The world is so very loud,
I am weary and old,
I sit remembering stories I have been told.
Unsure how to dim the noise, and what will next unfold…
The World Is So Loud…

JBodie~’25

I write to soothe my soul, to bring peace to the chaos. I share some but file most away to read myself another day. I am working on trying to be more present. To try and write away the feelings that are growing inside,