Gaslighting and a New Poem

I have been noticing some massive attempts at gaslighting lately, both individually and collectively. I’m not sure if this is strictly a U.S. phenomenon for 2020, so please if you are in another country and have noticed the same thing, let me know.

This is the year where everyone has had to question everything they’ve believed in and stood for, and the people who are on shaky ground because they have built lives of lies and denial are doing everything in their power to avoid having to confront themselves. It is truly mind-boggling to watch the mental gymnastics many have been doing, and the gaslighting is just one more tool at avoidance. I can understand that and sympathize to a certain extent, but I also refuse to tolerate being manipulated or abused, again individually or collectively. The times are changing. More and more people care. And that is how it should be.

We have all been wrong in our lives. We have all made choices that have hurt other people, have hurt ourselves. We are all guilty of being swayed by arguments that line up with what we already prefer to believe. But if we discover we have been or done wrong, then we need to sit in that discomfort, try to correct the mistake to the best of our ability, and then continue on our journey trying to do the best we can in this world. I know that initial discomfort is really scary, but there is so much growth potential there as well.

This is a poem I wrote at the beginning of the month, and I have really been reflecting on it these past few weeks.

Choices The final dialectic. Do you care, or not? There are no shades of gray, And if you can’t Even imagine what life is like For those different from you, Across the world, Or right next door, Then you will find it Increasingly difficult To make your way in Society. A feel sorry for you, In a way, But there is so mcuh At stake here That the pity is Honestly fleeting. Copyright 2020, Kat Micari

Choices – a poem

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Choices

When the last bit of green
Disappears,
And the air grows
Too heavy and thick
To breathe,
Will we still keep
Our social anxieties,
Worried what others
Believe we should be?

As we struggle for mere
Survival,
And clean water and food
Become increasingly scarce,
Will we cling to our
Control systems and
Monetary slavery
As we watch others
Drop around us?

If we get less of what
We need to live,
How soon til we grow
Even more dulled
And easily led?
When is it enough?
Or is it never enough?

When the Earth is
Finally dead,
And we’ve collectively
Cannibalized
Every square inch of her,
What then?

We must evolve
Or perish.
Neither option comfortable,
But one so much more
Permanent
Than the other.
The choice is collective,
And choosing nothing
Is to choose
Giving up.

Copyright 2019, Kat Micari