We gathered,
like moths to a flame, our wings singed,
as we sought out the meaning of what was bestowed upon us,
our voices lost,
within this narrative that pushed us to the limits,
this division that feeds off our fear and our pain,
that creeps within every open surface.
and we wait
for change,
for clarity,
for understanding.
Our reality
comes crumbling down
and we are left to drown,
beneath the never ending stories of this plandemic!
Our faces concealed!
afraid to Breathe,
afraid to Live,
afraid to Stand and Speak Our Truth!
So I break away,
break away to disobey,
to follow my own truth
to create my own reality!
To finally see the opportunity, that lies within this insanity!
This is how I saw the beginning of the plandemic, how we have been lied to and deceived, how we have been divided and manipulated. Where now so many folk are policing one another out, and for what, a moment of power, a moment where you feel like you matter.
How deceived we are, if we truly believe, we can only gain power by exerting it over others. Our power is when we come together. When we gather and create together, be it music, art, community, love. This is where our true power lies!
The following, is a poem I wrote and posted last year, a follow on from the above one, although this one above, only came to fruition today, but it shows well, my journey throughout this whole craziness! How I have embraced this opportunity, to turn it around and create!
Being Present,
opening up,
blasts of recognition
filter through my tears,
I know now, that we are here to magnify
to break down years of conditioning
and march forward
arms outstretched
years of pain
washed away in the blink of an eye,
taking the initiative to no longer comply.
Here and now,
our minds fragmented
from the sea of lies
ready to connect,
ready to re-construct and recreate,
to move forward
seeking Truth,
establishing new roots,
anchoring our strength to the earth.
The earth that propels us forward,
and calls us home!
We are warriors
seeking our own!
Fingernails dirty, from hands that work the soil,
minds open, to the possibility of the unknown .
Eyes,
eyes that see the magic and wonder
who embrace the madness and the blessing of thunder.
Even in our darkest moments,
we are not alone!
our roots intertwined with those,
who were once disowned.
Not seeking approval,
not seeking to obey,
We Are Warriors
Creating Our Own Way!
This is my entry into 
