Fireproof

Photo by Paul Bulai on Unsplash

I don’t wanna be immune to tragedies, personal, or national,
communal or international,
But I feel things.

Deeply.
I don’t wanna center myself in someone else’s tragedy, even if it’s mine too,
know what I mean?

I know I’m meant to feel,
but sometimes it’s too much.
I escape, I hide, I ignore,
but that’s not confined only to tragedy.
It’s anything, really, that brings me unpleasantness.

I’m not an empath,
just because I never liked that word,
or understood what it meant.

I don’t wanna weep for the world,
or weep at all.
I’d rather lend a helping hand,
but all I have is my pen,
and thoughts and prayers no longer suffice.

The world is on fire,
and I’d rather
die from the smoke
than the flames.

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