too often these days there aren't the right words to describe the emptiness - the gutting that leaves us hollowed out questioning all we thought we knew - as the horror of living strikes so close to home; what do words matter when we feel impotent to impact change, when our lives are held hostage by those who see only themselves in power, when the only ones that make sense are: "why does this keep happening" until we find a way to change - to make ourselves heard - we'll always be inadequate, searching for the right words to make sense of senseless pain
Month: October 2023
Floating in the Caribbean
liquid blue clear nothing to hide honesty lying face up sun kissed riding the undulations of the waves, sky empty of clouds full of endless possibility; face exposed all else below the surface, no sound finds the ears - the world is silence - this is peace, a chance for deeper thought an exploration of the mind a vision into the soul this is a dream this is a life