an ice cube to your soul

1 07 2014

holding an ice cube to our souls
feeling our souls go numb
enjoying the feeling that we no longer need to care
let alone to act

holding an ice cube to our souls
feeling our souls go numb
as our sense of collective responsibility for someone
other than ourselves 
diminishes
fades
disappears

holding an ice cube to our souls
feeling our souls go numb
being concerned only with our appearance
our endless
restless
peaceless
selfie-obsessed world of trivia and micro-dramas 
in which nothing is importance unless
we are at the centre of it

holding an ice cube to our souls for long enough
beginning to feel the warmth of our souls
melt the ice cube of our selfishness 
turning our faces away from the mirror 
to the window and the world out there
finding ourselves asking: world, what can we do to help you?
for you are our neighbour
and to love, is to love you. 

© 2014 Kevin Lewis 

 

 

This was another poem I write during the Sixth Form Conference about human trafficking that I wrote about in the sparkle in primark, featuring Croydon Community Against Human Trafficking, Ella’s Home and Sutton Schoolswork. It was inspired by the change I saw I the students as they heard about an issue many were unaware of, and their hearts softened and were encouraged to think – and act – beyond themselves.

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