Breaking away
from what we thought
was sanity.
Repetition
over and over,
revealed itself to be
something grown under,
a misanthropic
cancer,
we thought
we could just ignore.
Now,
the pain
of separating ourselves
from our reality
comes to pass
and love
will be a casualty.
This is something more
than changing the channel,
this is new mind,
new eyes
wide.
This is new skin,
raw to the wind.
Touch is an agony.
Breath is exhilaration.
We have no idea
what’s in store,
but we know we must go.
The change comes
and the future unfolds,
like an earthquake
drives a tidal wave
to shore.
We’re moving
to higher ground.
If we stay here,
we’ll drown.
New heights,
new life,
new sky.
This is
a
transforming
time.
HG – 2021
