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
ourselves.
rowe 