i sink into stability trying to push away the idea that despite myself i may float to the surface finding i am no longer immersed the chaos and uncertainty a landscape i can't escape wet drops of peace sliding off my skin evaporating into my surroundings as if they had never been
History and Herstory So much to learn from and revisit It is behind us and past Too many stories there told and untold We are broken We are imbalanced Yesterday once more just doesn't cut it What are they saying behind closed doors? Behind backs It's a schism You have to be carefully taught to understand and accept not hate Is there any chance of this happening before it's very past too late?