Have We Fallen From Grace?

Her anger poured out like smooth golden honey.It ran like a river raging off a cliff. Her eyes burned with salted tears and her energy faded. Why, why now when everything she had worked for was right there. Someone is trying to crumble it. Authority, pride of a male species. What makes him so much more important?

This was going to be her final hurrah! Her dedication to this, her focus, all pushing to help them thrive. Outside those walls, and communities is a woman named Society! Waiting to trample and snuff out the unprepared. This was her choice to make a change to be challenged.

Six months such a short period to make a difference.To begin a plan to be successful. Hours and hours of training. Learning to do this, but not that. Find your own way. Communication, be fair, be consistent. Above all else, I say be kind, considerate, be aware of your surroundings. Keep everyone safe.

The pressure is high, your mind is amplified, eyes constantly tracking every movement. Your ears listening to great heights. The echoing slapping off concrete walls. There are bats in my head. Shrieking, wings flapping deafening as if I am in a dark cave.

The resistance is strong, but somehow I can reach into their minds. It brings a small sliver of hope and humanity. Someone who is listening , will they be heard? I stand in awe of the words, their voices, all different , facial expressions.

Distances longing in their souls. I feel pain, sorrow, and sadness.Blackness lurks at the edges,watching,waiting. I can stand in the middle of those four walls. Gray cold concrete etched by time. Years of words spoken remain silent. The burden of time follows each step taken. Tracking, days, tracking nights, routines go unnoticed. Time wanes like the moon in her forever changing cycles. The sunlight scratches on dirty slim windows to see if there is life inside.

There is no silence here, hearts cry in sleep. Faces look out of harden rusted doors. We walk by and look through small hazy windows. We smile faintly, nod and continue. If one small haphazard expression can change one moment, have we accomplished anything? Holding onto visions of past, and present.Where is the future?. We do not know because there is another tomorrow, but not for all. Setbacks for emotions, and behaviors that have not be taught or learned. Actions and consequences.Fragments and fragrances dance and spin into the stratosphere and linger for awhile.

The pounding in our heads, awakenings at 3:00 am. The veils lifts between the spiritual and the physical world thins. Her communication is clear, her voice low and audible. They gather round, finishing up late night rituals. Sing us home they call out! I pick a song and we laugh, all join in.It ignites gratitude and graciousness. It is a will to find enlightenment in unknown territory. In our control or out.?

Where have all the flowers gone? A folk song,a powerful anti war message. Let not us repeat, girls picking flowers for young men, a loss of innocence. A descent into violence, are we destined to repeat the past? Destruction? Have we brought the message clear, or can we learn from past mistakes?

Loss and failure abides and we demand for peace. The nature of conflict among us humans has lived in both success and loss. Crisis rise in short and long waves. Yet everyday they plan and adjust and adapt to this life. What is on their tables? Do we bring anything worthwhile to the table? Have we perceived what we feel is adequate?

Spilling words tumble to bitter terraces, and scatter to iron stairs.The ivy weaves a tapestry and fingers trail each water bead in morning dew. They are dreaming . Young and old keep secrets tucked away in locked boxes. Their property is important. Each item always accounted for . Every penny like a banker on official documents. Pride and joy, instilled in cleanliness. Pieces of artistry preserved, finely built .Power is key as not to lose one’s place or falling in line. Keeping tranquility and harmony.

Cobwebs and abandonment circle round and round. Up days down days. Straight lines, crooked tracks. My head is clogged with space junk flying around unattended. Random today don’t push my buttons or say anything about what needs to be done. We will try to push you out. Who are you to dictate? What are they afraid of? My plans or that I am pursuant enough to accomplish my goals?

Jealousy pulses through competitors veins, sneaking in like a cat upon a mouse. Watch your back! Not everyone wants to see you succeed. They are holding their breath waiting for you to fail! False smiles while bringing on the attack . I am way ahead and sidestepping your detours of misleading tactics! You cannot fool everyone by patting yourselves on the back. Leave your drama at the door! The people who live here have enough nonstop resentment. You should stop piling on your issues because you are to lazy to take accountability.

She walks alone, her head held high. Staring down empty hallways, it’s late as the gate closes into the warm night air. She drives the two lane road towards home. Nothing moves, the desert is a menacing pool of black magic. Solitude brings her solace. Off in the distance lampposts dot along farmlands. The day hastened by her own lack of sleep. She will blame herself. Lost in the shuffle of a few more years will have been a blessing.

Do not worry she is still here. Fighting uphill battles caused by others This is her job, put before her. A plan in place before her time.She will not be derailed by those who see differently. She will rally the forces so that they cannot defeat her. Please do not underestimate her will .They of little faith, she is not by any means wavering. Trust builds bridges between people who have been through walls . End of day, end of day .