A poem I made recently to help me through.
I can barely breathe thinking like a Mother’s heart shredded into countless pieces of unbearable ache. Separated from her child—more precious and life giving than life itself.
Utterly terrified by the surety of uncertainty.
I can barely breath feeling like a child’s soul, abruptly abandoned, profoundly perplexed. Numb? Enraged? Howling or Speechless?
Utterly terrified by the surety of uncertainty.
I can barely breath thinking like a country’s integrity that’s lost its way for resolving crises humanely. A country that has replaced compassionate leadership with brutal domination—a country that can no longer think like a Mother’s heart and has no interest in feeling like a child’s soul.
I can barely breathe these days.
Utterly terrified by the surety of uncertainty.
From my heart to yours,
Gloria