Poem of the week.

An Awakening

And what of the crime? 

What was the wrong committed?

 Only that she thought too much of her world.

 She thought it, in fact, bigger than it was.

 O, the trauma when she finds truth.

 when she sees how her world compares to reality.

 O, the tragedy that she is to forebear

 until she finally learns:

 Unblinking eyes, callous ears, and hard heart.

For that is what is needed. 

To feel nothing is necessary. 

She may not see it now, but soon she will learn. 

 The greatest human fallacy that is called trust.

 To give it is weakness, and to deserve it, not possible.

 For there is no one to be trusted, no one.

 O, the pain she is to forebear

 until she finally learns:

 Unblinking eyes, callous ears, and hard heart.  

And until she learns, until she sees 

Reality is not. It simply is not. 

For what is real? What is truth?

 Is there truth? Is there fallacy? Is there anything?

 To seek is to find, but to find is not to understand.

 For truth, though existent, is beyond your reach.

 O, beyond, beyond.

 So when will we learn?

 Unblinking eyes, callous ears, and hard heart. 

For that is what is needed.That is what is necessary. She may not see it now, but she will soon learn.She will learn of that thing called trust. It will soon be that she gives it to none.

Elizabeth McCoy

I really like this poem, and I'm feeling what it is actually saying now. Being thrown into school where I see people every day five days a week is a big adjustment. From small to large in the matter of, like, a day.