05/13/2026
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I drink
from the cruel waters
and walk
the despondent streets,
to remind myself
of what I would be
if I wasn’t who I am.
Honest work pays
for the prized petrol.
The purity
and sweetness
of the love
of my youth,
though tainted
by the world,
continues on
without option.
I touch the tree
to feel the gentle.
And the rings,
remind me
of how far I’ve come.
Stirring the present
and ancient ash
that feeds
the fading bloom
that hardly got started.
Such,
it feels
for my outer beauty
and life,
to be frank.
Inner peace,
smooth out the pain
of a life half gone.
Like a blanket,
I’m soothed
by its kind,
weighted embrace.
Who am I,
without this body
and accomplishments?
I walk the forest paths
to lose myself
in the child
who blows dandelions.
I squeeze out
the white healing medicine
and rub
my battle wounds.
Who knew
that child’s play
would become
reality one day.
I listen,
to stop seeing.
I feel,
to stop thinking.
A woman’s will
is different
than a man’s.
And yet I must adhere
to his rules.
Oh, what
would the world
look like
had we gained
a seat at the table.
It might have been worth it
had at least
I’d met olden day
chivalry.
But the stakes
so high,
they see blind.
So I fight like
the tenacious thorn
of raspberry.
And accept,
just as the bird
has accepted the airplane.
Every last drop
of my energy
squeezed out
to pay the mad
who run the show.
I find happiness
in nothing,
to prove my point,
in protest.
The simplicity
of a wood scented breath,
is all I need to be free.
We revolve
around and around the hours,
day by day.
And yet
there is nothing
but this now.
Who sold us the original lie
that we continue to buy?
And when
do we boycott this store.
How exhausted
and sick
do we need to become
before death
looks better than life?
My revolution
is the love of nature
and my own true nature.
Because,
although they
would have us believe
we did not own
even this,
we know
it’s our super power.
