moments that drift upon us,
as we are guided by this longing
to open ourselves up, to the harsh reality,
to the power of our words,
to transform,
to ripe apart and tear down.
Echoing
our pain,
the subtle voice of reason, rises above the despair,
disorientated
held between two worlds,
we feel the pull, the pull of comfort
and yet, it's price is too high.
Stripped bare, we face the truth of who we are,
the many layers, held in place by our resilience.
Each day, embodied by our truth,
the force of our connection, as we weave
the very web of our existence, into being.
