The Loss of Hiashiness

This is a second poem for Mary Hiashi. I'm glad you poured out your heart to us and I hope that this counts as a little bit of wisdom from some one else. I believe that this poem will strike a chord with your feelings in some form and help you in some way. Enjoy.

The Loss of Hiashiness

I used to have ambitions

I had hopes and goals and dreams

But my dreams remain unfinished

And my hopes are just extremes.

My wishes are impossible

I long for childish things

And for people to respect me

And to fly with golden wings.

For life it seems so drab and grey

You work then breathe your last

For the future came to nothing

But a wistful broken past.

I used to think I’m special

In a way that I could be

More important than diamonds

More powerful than the sea

But the nightmares overcame me

With my fears and tears and screams

Crushing all of my ambitions

Whilst reality quells my dreams

And I wonder why my family

Ignores my own belief

Why don’t they accept me... well as me?

Why cause me pain and grief.

My soul is shattered

My minds breaks

My body yearns

My heart aches

For you’ve asked the greatest question

Which is simply labelled Why?

What’s the point at all in living

When eventually you die.

For humanity is temporary

And all things end with time

And this knowledge is our burden

We perceive it as a crime

Does the universe have meaning?

Only if you give it one

If nobody appreciates it

Why has it begun?

Nature’s only beautiful

When viewed by human eyes

Unobserved it comes to nothing

As do clouds in endless skies

For life has deeper meaning

We can learn and we can love

We can try to create order

From the chaos far above

Why we live I do not know

But there is fun and laughter

And I don’t think that it matters

To the happily ever after

Life is meant for living

So enjoy its little treasures

Such as humour and surprises

And manifold other pleasures

Such as poetry and literature

And your own imagination

The sunshine and the crystal rain

A starry constellation

So treasure every moment

For life keeps moving on

And the Earth will keep on spinning

Long, long after you are gone

You dream a dream of impossible things

But at least you dream at all

And hope still burns inside you

Though the candle may be small

You are special, you have purpose

And I wish you “Blessed be”

You are loved and you’re befriended

You’re Miss Mary Hiashi