glass ceiling
shattered into
tiny shards
They walked
in to this era
boldly
earlier led by
Him — while She
stood behind
unheard
misunderstood
silently choking
suddenly
change of colors
a rainbow
books rewritten
history became
Their-story
Her place
forgotten
His forsaken
unified
turned into
Theirs
sometimes
seeing is
believing
magic
sometimes
hearing is
trusting
omnipresence
at times
feelings
guide us
deeper
at times
emotions
come up
stronger
without
guidance
we could
wander
without
healing
we might
suffer
gratitude
is the key
that sets
us free
days seem too short
time encapsulated
magic of the forest
where each tree needle
fell to the ground
without a sound
sitting around a bonfire
listening to the crackling
of the wood sap
eyes absorbing flames
cheeks and palms
shades of hot pink
reflecting on the past days
hours and years blend
into one infinitive mass
past present and future
only fictitious concepts
piercing through space
moments ago God’s child
now just a grey nomad
well behaved adult
following written rules
the wisdom hidden
behind thick curtains
innocence dissipated
like a smoke of the fire
only distant smile remains
so fragile and deep
you would almost miss it
in a blink of an eye
trading time for money
energy limited resource
house built on debt
family of ghosts
hamster in a wheel
the endless run
wiped out all the
left over wits
river within its banks
carving the rocks
running its course
without fail
life like a river
seeping away
from us all
sooner than later
shaping us by the flow
nothing stays the same
only change remains
for eternity
