Graphite swirls, lovely chords the making of a dream
Have them, perhaps want them
too afraid to move ahead
a soul’s journey endures nicks and bruises, sometimes…
No. A lot of times grief.
Pain. Tears. Currency for personal flight
The energy within is what brings war. life. punishments, or reward
choice
Move ahead one step
We have.
Blood creates life, takes it, molds it.
Not one or the other.
All.
This is not a fight for superiority
but for visibility
if you see us and trample over us that is on you
If you don’t see us
Pass right on through, that is on us
As we are all one
damage to one will be all our fall
So
See me, see you
and answer the call.
Mel Evers wonders about it all 