Can you feel it in the air?
That cold chill
Ripples up your spine
There’s a restless whisper
And it’s gaining momentum
Every time shots ring out
Every time mouths go hungry
Every time a child hurts
It gets louder and louder
Deafening like a hurricane
It can’t be silenced
It won’t be silenced
And it screams
“WE NEED CHANGE! WE NEED PEACE!”
Everyday, we are given the opportunity to bloom with every gifted breath that we take. We get to change ourselves. We get to change the things that we do not like and that is within our control.
Our bodies become as sacred as a plant. Our limbs, the leaves often get snagged off in the process. Sometimes being ripped apart from bites delivered by those close. But, when our old decays, and transformation begins, we wither like the petals, wilting with such drooping grace to allow something new to bait the world.
Everyday, we are gifted with the opportunity to turn our lives around. Do not waste each breath on trivialities and do not let each tatter and tear to render you lifeless.
Our bloom is the sun for our cries.
Written by: Soshinie Singh
Author of The Phoenix Letters and The Mist Calling
The man on the corner
With hopeless optimism in his eyes
Begging for change
But not what you can spare from your pocket