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Writer's pictureTim Huber

Make Me Look Up

All I see is sorrow

dark clouds till tomorrow.


They form again

when sun begins

and moonlight descends

with a crescent silver grin.


My world is a disk

walls circling round

to keep me trapped in

and tilt my head down.


Someone step down

from your globular world

break through my clouds

make me turn from my hurt.


Take hold of my head

tilt it with force

make me look upward

till I see through the worst

of weaponized truths

halves and wholes

make me look through

to see that life grows

in worlds of chaos

broken and hurt

even though I am lost

living has worth.


Make me look up

hurt if you have to

away from the crust

of the world where I lost you.



 

I'm sure you've been in a situation where you realize you cannot come out on top, at least, not by yourself. Things are hopeless and all you do is make it worse. If you haven't yet experienced that, get ready, because you will at some point. 

For this poem, I set up a metaphorical disk-like world the narrator is living on. All they can see, from sun up to moon's fall, are dark clouds and their own sorrows. The edges of their flat world is walled off, to prevent them from seeing over the edge (trying to make sense of things). So, rather than look up at the walls or the dark clouds, the narrator feels forced to look down (as mentioned in the third stanza). 

The desire for change comes in the fourth stanza when the narrator cries for help from someone in a "globular world" (a world that makes sense, can be understood). In the fifth stanza, the narrator realizes that they can't even look up on their own anymore. The "weaponized truths" whether half-true or absolutely true, make them look back to the worst. But the narrator, despite the despair and hopeless being expressed, knows that there is still life, and essentially, good beyond the clouds. So they ask this someone from the globular world to make them look up, whatever the cost. 

There's also a hint in the final stanza that the narrator at one time was living on a globular world, and that they came to the disk world and lost the aforementioned someone. Because nobody starts out hopeless, everything is a progression. 

This poem resembles a call for help, a remedy many people are so close to making but cannot find the courage or words to express. Whether you're living on a disk or a globe, there is hope. The world is full of situations that don't make sense, that encourage us to look down or at the dark clouds. But there is hope, we just need to want it bad enough to call out for help. I hope you have a wonderful weekend! 

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