Today July 8th, I craved peace but peace did not come. My truth was filled with visions, feelings, and hopes that were as dark as the night on a back country road in the deepest woods of Georgia. This darkness that reminded me of the late night nightmares that haunted my spirit and soul could not be identified.
Was it the turmoil that spilled over into the streets of our nation?
Or was it the aches, pains, and weariness that is running through my bones?
My truth was spilling over the edge of time running into my crystal blue water. I sit still craving the one thing that this world does not understand.
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