Poem #89

Feet lift to floor, the same
step after step, looping
worn pathways in and out
of every room, a new day 
feels just like yesterday and
the day before that too. 

My lower back screams the
discomfort that I’ve been holding
beside my womb, tethered to
the future – aching from the pull
of “what if’s” and “how will 
we survive?” As our world
crumbles into smoke, our
ancestral roots burning
because we forgot

we were part of 

something bigger than



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