Maybe just maybe after a few years it will all make sense and I will have gained answers to every β€˜what the fuck’ raging in my mind; hellebores glistening as a backdrop, do you ever think about the world, and everyone’s role in it the same way as I do?

I don’t fear the abyss, for being an abyss myself that helps transmute darkness to light itself; negativity that continues to plague others, the blue-grey September sky smiling down, side by side as we meander along grassy paths. As far as I can remember, I have always deemed people and their worries more significant than my own.

I am a light worker; a whisper of hope amid the chaos consistent in the world since decades, similar to the sun generating warmth– and so, if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.

 

 

 

 

Photo credits: Loui Jover Painting, Pinterest

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Posted for Prosery “Doing our duty,” @dVerse Poets Pub