How I feel

With the battles that are looming on our homefront-the rage that seems to exist between each and everyone of us because of our race, color, gender, and sexuality-I felt that this poem by Dylan Thomas reflects how I  am feeling at the moment.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Even though Dylan Thomas wrote this for his father, who was dying, the sentiments behind the words is universal. In here we see that we don’t have to accept adversity. We do not need to accept something simply because it is happening. We all have the ability to stand and fight even though defeat seems inevitable. Each and everyone of us is such a wonderful mix of diversity and experiences, yet some view that diversity as a crime and try to destroy rather then celebrate those differences.

I will not go gently into the night. I choose to scream, yell,and dig in my heels until to I draw my very last breath.

 

*Poem is courtesy of All Poetry.

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