After Calamity Comes Ease

After calamity comes ease
Let ease be my poetry

I write to give light to the irrelevant thoughts
To the whines and the moans held back as mere complaints
Restraints holding back what is hidden between the hearts and the lungs
of six billion gasping people who'd all rather be in pre bleeding red apple, time of
Adam and Eve bliss

Because the girl who silences her cries by the anonymous taunts of her deep voice-
Because the boy who clenches his hands in fists not to fight but to keep focus-
Because the teenager who shies his or her eyes from the hormonal grasping at the corner stairwell-

Because behind each of them,
I write to give voice to the relevant thoughts.

The girl is a soprano, who may never be if she hides her bullied gift any longer;
The boy is reading Rumi, finding education through his fleeting eyelids as the BAMS of Syria threaten the comprehension of the next line and his life;
The teenager acknowledges arranged marriage, but is praying to be protected from mere physical love, or economic love and is praying for actual, love love;

They all are the effusive thinkers held back.

To push away emotion and to label, cliché, is a loss
But a gain for the internal time bombed firecracker jars.

I write to bring forth the unconventional minds and the ordinary pains
To stitch open what was once sewn strongly hidden inside the soul
And replace the yellow post-it saying "unimportant" with a red circle stamp screaming "IMPORTANT,"

All to ease the "tiny" calamities,
That may be making some, including me, crazy,
But as the literate nurse with soft ink blotched palms,
I'll take your hands by words, and ease all those worries.