Nocturnal Issue IV | Page 58

When faced with the absurd,

And what one may mean with the word:

The search for purpose by many

Reflecting their inability to find any

And filling their bleak lives with colourful things

The love for each other and the exchange of rings

But still a gaping hole solved not by a wife

Is whether there is any meaning to life?

Some turn and try and transcend

Believing in things they can’t comprehend

And join some sort of massive cult

Giving their intellects an insult

And with their strange restrictions and rules

They incorporate them in our schools

Of these I’d rather not abide

By committing intellectual suicide

Some can’t take facing the absurd

And make pondering their final word

While a heartbreaking tragedy

It makes me wonder how it could be

That death solves the problem life cannot

The answer made only by a crackpot

Of which we end up accusing

How can life be worth losing?

But when not cured by the other two

What then can stop my feeling blue?

Acceptance that life has absurdity

And refuse to let it consume me

So while in the depths of winter I stroll

At the deepest parts of the human soul

But when philosophy is a bummer

I know, within me in an invincible summer1

HEALING

HEALING — ANONYMOUS

USING POETRY AS A CATHARTIC HEALER, THIS POET SHARES WORDS OF EMPOWERMENT

by ANONYMOUS