They said

Now’s not the time to tell your story. They said. Not when the
skies are ablaze, not when we wonder if the edges can be pulled

together again, not when a contrived dystopia keeps spawning
reasons for the anticlimactic end. There is a hierarchy of suffering,

a taxonomy of hurt, your role now is to pause, to witness, to
gather shards of cloud-grief and sew them into the first rain. They

said. In ashes and smoke, there are no real choices: thunderstorm or
tomorrow, open wound or pregnant river, right…no, righteousness or

the farce of empty parentheses? How will you frame your mistakes?
Save your story for another ear. For another night that will not

touch naked skin with battle-stained fingers. Waiting or the cry
of wild jasmine crushed underfoot. Choose one now. They said.

33 thoughts on “They said

  1. “They” will do anything to keep us silent. Get us to deny our thoughts, feelings, emotions, because they know when we allow ourselves to validate them, next comes action.

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  2. Not so long ago, someone asked me–in a rather heated tone–how I dared write about pretty things when the world is pretty much on fire. I told her because the world is on fire, of course. People, society, culture… say so many things about how we deal with loss and grief and suffering, and so many of the things aren’t really right. I choose to acknowledge the pain, do what I can about it, and still celebrating what makes life worth living and saving. If not, what would be the point?

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    1. Well said! Sometimes a narrative is framed and disseminated by so many, so well… that it almost seems blasphemous to question it… but we need to piece together the broken parts in ways that make sense to us, even if it means choosing a different path!

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  3. “gather shards of cloud-grief and sew them into the first rain”
    The tears of grief shed by today’s world

    much💜love

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  4. I have had that question too. What to do with it all? But still we write. I think of ends and death.

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  5. There is a hierarchy of suffering, for sure. I love the lines about sewing cloud-grief into the first rain. This is beautiful, Rajani.

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  6. Such raw lamentation, beautifully wrought. “There is a hierarchy of suffering,a taxonomy of hurt, your role now is to pause, to witness, to gather shards of cloud-grief and sew them into the first rain.”

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