Not once in time, can she define a moment her mind unwind.
In fact, it turn on the dime.
Amidst pandemic confusion, or is it an illusion?
She assume unprecedented numbers choose delusion.
She nestle her fated conclusion.
Embracing her Queen deep within, she seek to invite anew begin.
A slate so fresh and so clean, its time she shift her lean.
A moments encounter is all it took.
A shadow she’d not met
distorting her silhouette.
A mere reflection
of the darkness
This were conditioned,
created and enabled
replace Respect and
An abused child
When does it stop?
Man burdening others,
demanding secrets remain concealed.
Generations of lies.
Perhaps the current pandemic is the universe’s way of suggesting we all take a look.
A response to the immense pain our society covet.