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Tonight there is a news story about the finding of a small girl who has been missing for a while. When I heard the news story earlier today, I knew that the suitcase found contained the body of the girl. It is not a good feeling to have this image in my heart. I do not know how to process this event into a reality that requires the pursuit of happiness as a measure of the quality of ones life. How is her full life the pursuit of her own happiness? Who is happy now? She was eight years old.
I don’t often allow my heart to be swept away by the emotions of outside events. This intent to write poetry, to allow my feelings to drive the quality of my life, to determine what my attention is focused on, has created a difficult dilemma. Do I commit to the feeling? Or do I succumb to the media and the community? These are concepts that I do not usuially consider when I write, when I focus on a topic. What happens now?
It is dark here
A body found
A small girl trapped in a suitcase.
What travelling has she
agreed to?
adventured to?
It is not for me to give her life a story.
When we hear the story
of happiness and judge
that we are not choosing this path
what other choices do we have?
The villian chooses control.
The hero chooses fearlessness.
What does a child choose?
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