As much as I would like it to be the case, not every poem I have written will carry the emotional weight of Dylan Thomas' "Do Not Go Gentle Into that Good Night”. Not every piece will weigh heavy on minds like “Ozymandias”. Maybe if I'm lucky I'll have a memorable line like Eliot’s "The Waste Land" or one of Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s “Portuguese Sonnets from the Portuguese.” High standards. Lofty goals. All things grand. Often I am reminded, by one thing or another, that words carry emotional impact and weigh heavy all on their own, Simple, single words are important and some people need them more than others. I can give the rousing speech or preach pseudo philosophy if I ever the need rise. Yet, they do they vibrate with that same power? In searching for the needed words recently, I found a poem. Those who needed the words, took that poem with open arms. The found comfort, strength, and support. The poem isn’t Shakespeare or Browning on Harjo or anyone else but me. It is me for them. For their comfort. For their strength. For their support. All things grand.
Sonnet #6 - Endeavor
You poured out your soul and showed you heart. But they weren't ready. And they aren't worthy. That is on them. Still, you have fire like a million shining stars. But you are still ready. And you are so worthy. That is on you. Do not let what blinds them keep you from your brilliance. Where they fail to endeavor, they will endeavor to fail.