speak. what comes out?
there's life or death in the words of your lips. that's great power coupled with great responsibility to borrow the cliche. how than can we say that we are weak if that's what we possess, all of us?
and i'm learning to tame that power in the right channels, to create life where death lingers and to bring light where darkness permeates.
and i will learn, i will learn to love the skies i'm under.
i'm tired of existing in a world that exhales darkness and dwells in it like a poisonous fog.
the darkness screams violent, destroy, because it's easier.
the light whispers tender, create, because you must.
:: oh, you must.
there is more to creating that scissors and glue or cloth and string. there is creating in this place you're in. it's the simple act of brewing coffee at midnight and the sweet shushing song invented to soothe the wailing. it's the braiding of hair and the wrapping of blankets.
it's unity, it's sisterhood, brotherhood, the sacredness of family with and without blood for bond.
exhaling light, life. creating beauty in the simplest of things and the most precious of actions.
and i will learn, i will learn to the love the skies i'm under.