Stories. Thoughts. Ideas. Musings.
Arm stretched
Tea sipped
Headphones on
Beats pumping in music
She set the tone for her trance
And she embraced it
Ideas musing
Words combining
Linking together to show her creativity
She never edited herself
Letting her truth
Her soul
Pour out onto the screen
Writing is her digital therapy
Nothing before has set her free
Eyes closed
Taking a deep breathe
Holding it in
Looking for her courage deep inside
She stood up
Letting the air out slowly
She would not allow herself to be unheard
She was against the hate speech
The violence
The killing
She would recite her words
Yell them to the heavens if she has too
Hate will never beat love
Segregation will not destroy acceptance
We are human beings should be united
Reaching for you
Feeling nothing but air
They say air is weightless
But when you’re alone
It’s crushing
To your lungs
Heart
Mind
The space is filled with the weight of nothingness
Until in the presence of you
My lips are soaked with the words
Flowing from the solitary space in my mind
You are who I want
Need
Love
Her heart didn’t beat with the same excitement anymore
The sparkle in her eyes glossed over
Her soul was a target full of holes and dents
She would not allow herself to be completely shattered by this world
All the negativity
Selfishness
And hate
Her will unfurled
Engulf her broken pieces and holding them tightly together
She was strong
Her love, kindness and charity began to pull forth
She was more than this horrid confusion
She would stand for herself
And for those who aren’t able
Her voice will be hers
Filled with compassion, truth and love
She will raise her voice high
For those who need aid
She will share her humanity freely
Because the world needs to be embraced
Not ripped apart
When death comes for me
What shall I face?
An Angel with gorgeous wings, surrounded by white light?
A golden chariot, just for me?
Will I have the toll to pay to the Ferryman?
Or, will my soul just float through the ceiling rising forever higher
Seeing my loved ones, who have passed, holding hands out toward me?
Pearly gates towering as I face Saint Peter?
Anubis weighing my heart against a feather?
Or do all I deserve to be met with is a void?
Dark, black and forever uncomforting
Will it be a vibrant reality or a grainy delusion?
The question throughout ages
What will I see?
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