I came across this poem by Greta Vosper and wanted to share. We all have weights - different weights - but we all carry them, and yes, we could all do a better job of showing understanding and respect for others. Sure, we can hide things away. But we can't forget. Just thinking out loud...
That WeightFor those who really remember ...
He was an old man by then.
The kind that always wore a jacket and tie to church,
fancied the ladies,
and believed men were supposed to keep them safe.
In fact, he believed ladies were meant to be cuddled,
not running around in service uniforms,
mouthing orders to scared recruits.
No, he had a different view of what the world should look like
and it didn’t include women – they were all ladies to him.
But inside his eyes,
behind his old-fashioned ideas
and the attitudes women of my generation call sexist,
back in behind the everyday stuff that crossed his mind,
was a world I’d never know.
Shared only by those who, for decades,
still woke in the middle of the night, screaming.
Shared only by those who had dropped the bombs,
fired the bullets, blown up the boats and the submarines,
blanketing the world with blood and puke
and the detritus of broken bodies and severed limbs.
Shared only by those who’ve killed on our behalf
and who carry that weight forever.
He carried it there.
Inside his eyes.
And those who still do it, still do.