Still amidst commotion.
We know already,
Inside.
We are aware of what the ideal attitude is
In order to continue the press forward.
But what happens when ghastly thoughts
Begin to make their whispers heard,
In bold clarity.
The doubt boomed in ears.
Convinced the will.
Summons attention...
Only to dwell.
Somehow, it now sat much closer than before.
Horror was when the negativity burrowed deep.
Releasing vibrations to only disturb.
Never would there be peace achieved,
In a country that undermines their only cherished word,
Family.
A country who refuses to reconcile with the vitality of their roots.
Downright refuses to water the necessary truths.
Awareness refocuses.
The light sheds through the treetops,
Just upon some distant shrub among sundown.
Sensibility is restored somehow.
By all these sweet set of silhouettes.
Appearing to interpret condition.
Wonders everlasting.
Here it is.
The light of the sky protruding through once more after a cloud's
Passing.
Already,
The light,
A descendant of recollection.
