Passively…Everything

So sorry that I haven’t posted anything in a while. My whole family just recently left and I couldn’t get any writing done while they were here. I just wrote this poem yesterday. It’s about how some people get so caught up in their lives that they sometimes forget about the fragile things that sometimes need a little extra attention. It’s sometimes like when me and my family go out for dinner and we need to explain to all the waiters how I can’t have gluten and how sometimes these waiters think that it’s just a diet to loose weight, so they don’t take off the bread crumbs or croutons. One time, me and my mommy were at a restaurant in North Carolina that claimed to be gluten-free. I ordered a tea and they brought me a cup of hot water, a small tea bag on the saucer and a small vanilla wafer cookie that was touching the tea bag. I was positive that this cookie was not gluten-free, so I had to ask her for another tea bag that didn’t have a cookie on it. She then gave me a look that could kill and brought me another. I could tell that this woman was pissed, but a lot of people don’t know how sensitive people are to gluten and how that tea bag could have made me sick. Perhaps this poem will change that. I hope you enjoy it.

I see nothing, I feel nothing,

In this new world of shame.

A hero’s journey throughout a land

That I once imagined to be green,

That I once imagined to be serene,

Throughout the grey and darkening night.

But instead I see bare trees,

Barely any leaves that sway through the wind

Or crinkle with the death of a life

That cried each time it rained

And was pained by the careless humans stepping by

In an urgency to live their life

As a passively free, passively fierce

And passively independent human being.