Gaze upon the world
silk in our hair, gold around our feet
the setting sun clothes our bodies
clouds paint the sky in streaks
sister, why do you say we have nothing?
It has not been an easy year. Like the storm that thunders past, you’ve been soaked, hurt, and broken, but here you stand, unyielding like the tree—swaying, but ever alive, rooted, and still tall. I know deep down you’re just as afraid as everyone else. You’re trying to face reality, but reality is so harsh it makes you look away. But things have never gotten better when you look away.
I have burned so long too long.
threshing paths
grinding hope
head bowed limbs slack
I ask I ask
peel back this mortal bind