Morning

Towers

In the morning

I am a burnt ember –

The dreams have been

Scorched out of me.

I awake

Covered in soot,

Dry from crying.

In the pre-dawn

Darkness

It is finally quiet,

The images vanquished.

I lay my blacked face

Against my

Grandmother’s ghost

And she keeps me

From drifting away.

Author: Virginia Wagner Galfo

These are scary times. Prepare yourself to take a stand for what is right. God damn it, just be kind!

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