You knew the real me. You had accepted it with open arms & wanted me to stay that way. It was something that should have been so easy to do.
In fact it was.
But it was not easy for me somehow.
Incompetent I am for failing to do a simple task.
How I wish I could revert to that last time we spoke. Had I known it would be the final time, my words would be rearranged to keep you. To give myself a final chance to prove myself.
Every time I look back I that day, I consider it one of my biggest failures.
Because time after that has me filled with so much regret for all of my…
20/20 doesn’t mean what it used to hope was sucked out of our beings drowning us in metaphorical waters the despair vibrated in the gasps of the dying
can we recover…
politics, and the anger it fueled climate change, and the natural disasters which ensued sickness, and the devastation that followed all of it ravaged the land, the body and the heart
i hope we can recover…
but there are stronger ones among us survivors, come what may we’ll need to lean on them or forever lose our way
we can recover…
Thanks to my hubs for the title of this piece! I’d wanted to write one final piece about the year 2020 but hadn’t found what I would call an acceptable way to lead into it. Recently, while having a discussion, I misspoke trying to utter the word “situation.” Great discussion and a title was born!
I know what you want Dark mysteries from beyond Chills the blood within Open your eyes to the void The curtain lifts on your doom
Cycle of the Witch
Child of earth Lives and learns Wisdom grow’s
Woman’s Life Grimoire’s verse Imparts love
Come of age Passed the test Old Crone rests
Woman
Thine own eyes see all She is of body and mind Her beauty revered
Despair
What do you want when you see me? Am I not good enough for thee? No more can I stay Now I must away Your goodbye I won’t cry
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John’s a self-proclaimed poet and storyteller who writes for a hobby and professionally. He’s from the coastal city of Swansea in South Wales and has had a vivid imagination from a young age. A lover of mystery and conspiracy, little green men and things going bump in the night. You can read his work here – The Mush from the Hill
It is dark now but the light will come back again. This piece so eloquently expresses we must proactively seek out hope. Reality will eventually catch up.
land decimated
nature’s forces so brutal
scared people fleeing
The first thought in my head in response to this prompt is the havoc nature is playing with us in multiple states in the USA. I happen to live in Kansas where this season we have endured endless rain, severe flooding and thunderstorms, a few tornado watches and an actual warning of one approaching our area. Unfortunately, those turned devastating elsewhere in the state. Luckily, my family and friends haven’t been terribly affected, but some were not so fortunate. Nature can be so damn beautiful and expressive, then ravage you in an instant.