I believe the poem which inspired this comment of mine to have a very dark message. Perhaps deconstructionist, perhaps marxist, perhaps even nihilistic. [though its author assures me not]
Some things pain me to read; because I know such things, such realities, seem true–and perhaps are true for many, at least in the present. And, although they may seem so; still, one should not proclaim such conditions, such realities to be changeless. No such condition is set in stone. Quite often our prison is of our own making; not bars set by our circumstances, but by those we construct by virtue of the way we think about them–the way in which we frame them in our minds.
This, perhaps, is too dark for me, I’m not sure I understand its message; However, I do know that I cannot exist–not in the same way, or in the same universe–without my truest love. I wonder, when I read such as this, if the author knows little else but hurt, and pain.
I would want to tell such a young man–or a young lady–that he should Know that it is not that way for everyone. If one claims it is so, then one tells a lie, and a very evil one at that, though perhaps, not intentionally.
There is great joy everywhere; and great joy in our mothers and our fathers, our sisters and our brothers, our husbands and our wives, our sons and our daughters. So very many of us, do not break them apart, but hold them together, keep them, as may many of them keep us, from breaking apart.
In this way am I kept. In this way, does my life have all the more meaning.