Peace, a word that brings us hope and joy
A time of calm, understanding, and unity
When people of different races and cultures
Come together, in harmony and community
There is beauty in peace, a chance for prosperity
As nations work towards a common goal
The sounds of laughter and music filling the air
As people thrive, and their hearts are whole
But still, we struggle, with conflict and division
Ignoring the fact that peace brings only prosperity
And causes happiness for you and me
So let us embrace each other, and find a way to peace
For the sake of all humanity
Let us learn to love and respect each other
And bring an end to this insanity
About the Creator
making space
Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskara day ago in Feast
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