Maybe Then...
When the world around us becomes exhausting, we look toward change.
This tired feeling never ends.
I could sleep for years and it would remain.
The exhaustion is in my soul...
The hatred in this world weighs heavy.
I keep feeling like I should fix it, but how?
I am one person.
One very tired woman.
I just want peace.
I want peace in this world,
In the people around me,
In my head and my heart.
I want the noise to stop;
The screaming, the anger, the hatred, the agony...
I want the world to lay quiet and to soak in the beauty within it.
To no longer focus on the complexity of differences from one person to another,
One place to another,
One language to another,
And instead focus on the beauty in so many incredible differences.
Perhaps if the world and all its anger and violence could rest...
Perhaps then I wouldn't be so tired...
About the Creator
Brittany Swenk
I have been writing for about 20 years, off and on. It’s been one of few things that has always made me happy. That and music and reading. I’m really hoping that joining this forum can help me find my way back there!
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She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Cravena day ago in Fiction
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