hey there beloveds,
here’s a poem I wrote.
I’m feeling Opti-mystic about the future
Not optimistic, mind you.
I’m feeling hopeful about the future
I’m feeling that all that darkness
Is of the womb, not the tomb.
Birthing pangs – that’s what’s going on
We’re on the cusp of some thing
At the precipice of the end of
The world of the past
And at the beginning of the beginning of
The world our hearts can imagine.
What is the more beautiful world
That your heart can imagine?
What has been
Is nothing in comparison to
What can be
What will be
What is
peace out girl scout,
a.
