While the sky blazes in hues of pastel and florescent, I hold onto the peace it ushers in, slightly desperate.
Heart palpating daily to the point of frayed nerves, grasping the wild wind basically hoping to get a tether from the switchback universal swerves.
Reminding myself that every morning is a victory and that I'm still breathing, but its hard to watch history when it's dangerously repeating.
So much angst and stress leveling out the beauty this world could give, yet humanity reveling in the gratuity of our collective demise and graves we dig.
© Paula Mull/rockymtnpoet
October 19, 2020