Tuesday, June 1, 2021

What chance have we to conquer our fears
when what we once denied remains unsaid? 

Another cycle on this cursed wheel
finds us flailing for the same fortunes

that fell from grasping hands and greedy palms
that waved with proud distaste for all below,

the blurry crowds that gather for prayers
that go unheard. What chance have they to thrive

when silence still constricts their hoping throats?
Be gentle, friends, so luck and change can flow.

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love notes
a ritual to start the work week