A Thought

I live in the heart of you.

And so the iron curtain descends again.

And so the iron curtain descends again

Or so it seems

This time

They blackout social media

Citing supposed extremism

The artists there can no longer reach us

And we can no longer speak to them

They kill and lock up the journalists

Who do nothing more than report with integrity

This bear has teeth and claws

And wants us to know it will use them

Are we to be fangless in the face of all this?

Words are not enough.

So they say

It’s the first day of spring

A time to wonder

About flowers

As the earth is reborn

Green

And the sun

Ceases its hiding

Behind blankets of snow.

So easy

It is

To forget

The blood spilled

In foreign lands

The women and children

Who passed

Not peacefully in the night

No

Their ends were far from that

Did they scream?

Fighting for freedom

Their bravery

We recognize

(For bravery is not something that can be denied)

Yet all that is just words

How do you fight a war and win when all you do is not enough?

House of Grays scrap

“I am a Whisperer and I promise to one day write our story down.” Nox spoke in as soft a voice as she could, in hopes not to wake anyone.

She looked down at her son, who was peering back up at her from his crib. He was standing as best he could and holding his arms up along with his hands in what looked like an attempt to get her to pick him up and hold him.

She smiled down at him, uncertain of whether she should hold him or not. He was her son, she reasoned. However, this was her future self’s child not hers as she was then. Or was it now? She had traveled to his time to protect and watch over him until he found his way back to his mother: future her. David (as was his secret name) had called to her using the orb of light her future self had entrusted to him. It was the physical manifestation of her soul.

Nox found herself entranced by it yet confused as to why it was so bright. Surely she was not a good person. So, how?

House of Grays scrap

She’s evil. She’s that quiet evil… the kind that lurks. The kind that subverts good with a fake smile and protestations. The kind of evil masked by a life of service… but underneath that life is the truth: she’s no one’s friend but her own and she likes the little ones a bit too much.

Nox thought all this and found it hard to stomach. She knew it was true but did not know what to do with the information. She was a person of action, but never simply that. She had to know what she was working with and if she could kill it she would. But this was a type of evil she would not kill.

This narcissist probably would love to have such a seemingly tragic end be played out by the media. Nox had surmised as much at least. So she did the only thing she could think of and hoped someday, somehow the authorities would figure it all out and bring her little one back to her, and that her little one be safe until he found his way back home.

It’s there

Woman

So God spoke into the depths: you are woman. You are the earth; its foundation. Not all through the flesh, but the spirit, too. Woman, either born fully fleshed or not, you are the fire of this world. Through you, I will break chains and glass ceilings. A strong woman fights not just for herself and her fellow women but for all people to be free and equal.