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Metacrisis
There is a sadness flowing
beneath the surface of my life,
but it's been forty years
since I was able to cry.
Now with our human world collapsing,
I feel like crying for everyone,
and still the tears don't come.
Ours was a global civilization
that had to fail
because it was killing the earth.
But the process of its decline is horrific.
Now can I cry? Still no tears.
Will human beings survive
the collapse of our modernity?
No one knows.
Now can I cry?
I think now the tears will come.
Author’s note: I wrote this poem after watching “How To Respond to Societal Collapse,” a talk given by Sarah Wilson on YouTube.
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I think some of the enormous grief we are carrying makes it impossible to cry for many – the wounds run too deep.