Sometimes I wonder why I’m here,
Or if my beating heart’s too small;
Awaking daily draped in fear,
My inner voice begins to call
To find out more, to seek for cheer,
When sorrow all around me falls.
On care-full things my soul reflects:
How gentleness is out of touch,
Why nooses are around your necks,
Or why it is I feel too much
When ships on shores are manmade wrecks
Held down by those who need no crutch.
Alas, I can but try to solve
Such hurting deep as all of yours.
The currents steady still revolve
But we are all out on the moors
And we are waiting to evolve;
Against all odds we must do more.
This was written as part of National Poetry Writing Month 2021, sparked by the NaPoWriMo prompt for April 5 to write a poem with the structure of another; I chose “She Walks in Beauty” by Lord Byron.