{"id":2147,"date":"2012-07-31T20:00:36","date_gmt":"2012-08-01T03:00:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nathalielawhead.com\/candybox\/?p=2147"},"modified":"2012-07-31T20:00:36","modified_gmt":"2012-08-01T03:00:36","slug":"a-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.nathalielawhead.com\/candybox\/a-poem","title":{"rendered":"A Poem&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>A Poem&#8230;<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>This is a poem inspired by those hopeless moments<br \/>\nTranscending all impossibilities<br \/>\nWhen the very world collapses all about and underneath<br \/>\nIt begs to ask<br \/>\nHow deep does the heart go?<br \/>\nAnd how infinite is the soul?<br \/>\nStripped apart and laid open<br \/>\nLike nothing is sacred anymore<br \/>\nI guess this is how Earth feels<br \/>\nAnd we&#8217;re all made in her image<br \/>\nWhen something remains and grows again<br \/>\nWhen things heal despite how they used to feel<br \/>\nWhen flowers crawl out from underneath<br \/>\nRubble, cracks, and wasted leftovers<br \/>\nSomehow it refuses not to be<br \/>\nIt insists on the very contrary<br \/>\nA divine spark of creation<br \/>\nLife after desolation<\/p>\n<p>This poem is inspired by those hopeless moments<br \/>\nIt begs the question<br \/>\nHow strong is the spirit?<br \/>\nHow deep does the heart go?<br \/>\nSome dying celebration, or divine revelation<br \/>\nDwindling, somehow spirit refuses to go out<br \/>\nLike all of life it tends to survive<br \/>\nIt tends to insist that it thrive<br \/>\nRooted in a cosmic sea of possibilities<br \/>\nSomewhere, there are we<br \/>\nComing to grips with being and let be<\/p>\n<p>This is a poem inspired by those hopeless moments<br \/>\nThe days just after grief<br \/>\nThe place where things lost what they mean<br \/>\nAnd afterlife seems the better place to be<br \/>\nIt subtly boasts<br \/>\nThat there&#8217;s more than infinity to us<br \/>\nMore than genocide could ever touch<br \/>\nAnd more than the omnipotent could conjure up<br \/>\nAs craftily devised biblical plots wedged somewhere between<br \/>\nDestiny, divine intent, bliss, nirvana, and turning everyone&#8217;s cheek<\/p>\n<p>This is a poem inspired by my hopeless moments<br \/>\nIn stern consideration of that educated statement<br \/>\n&#8220;That&#8217;s just how things are, and will always be!&#8221;<br \/>\nBrought to you by a roundtable<br \/>\nOf enlightened optimists and pessimists<br \/>\nHow deep is the heart, then? A different fable&#8230;<br \/>\n&#8220;That&#8217;s not how it is! I will change this!&#8221;<br \/>\nArgued life, refusing to die<br \/>\nThen found another way to grow.<br \/>\nBut hopelessness hangs heavy here<br \/>\nUncertainty is a color dark with fear<br \/>\nStrangely, it&#8217;s in those tired times that you can see<br \/>\nCracks in concrete circumstance to surpass<br \/>\nHow infinite is the soul, then? I know it will always reach&#8230;<br \/>\nDespite all odds I too am, and I will be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A Poem&#8230; This is a poem inspired by those hopeless moments Transcending all impossibilities When the very world collapses all about and underneath It begs to ask How deep does the heart go? And how infinite is the soul? Stripped apart and laid open Like nothing is sacred anymore I guess this is how Earth feels And we&#8217;re all made in her image When something remains and grows again When things heal despite how they used to feel When flowers crawl out from underneath Rubble, cracks, and wasted leftovers Somehow it refuses not to be It insists on the very&#46;&#46;&#46;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4522,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"fifu_image_url":"","fifu_image_alt":"","footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2147","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nathalielawhead.com\/candybox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2147","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nathalielawhead.com\/candybox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nathalielawhead.com\/candybox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nathalielawhead.com\/candybox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nathalielawhead.com\/candybox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2147"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.nathalielawhead.com\/candybox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2147\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2148,"href":"http:\/\/www.nathalielawhead.com\/candybox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2147\/revisions\/2148"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nathalielawhead.com\/candybox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4522"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nathalielawhead.com\/candybox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2147"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nathalielawhead.com\/candybox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2147"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nathalielawhead.com\/candybox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2147"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}