war & war & war & war & pieces of my brain matter, splattered into poetry, for the cause

deep inside, ancient violence,

wars have been waged

for less, but silence

in the face of injustice:

what have we become?

”civilized.” what’s civil

about the way we’re living?

when, instead, we should be

giving… more to the

cause, to humanity.

is violence the solution?

it can’t be. we’ve tried that.

tried and true—

known to cause hurt &

confusion. destroys.

what rises from the ashes

of senseless death?

so, then…

⋆˙⟡ what is the solution? ⟡˙⋆

no one asked for my

two cents, but I will

offer up these pennies

pinched between my

fingers, just for you.

the earth givesˋ°•*⁀➷

life

joy

strength

love

voice

insight

wisdom

to each and every one of us.

we scorn these gifts by lingering in toxic patterns.

we’ve all heard the adage, “history repeats itself,”

which is as defeatist as, “it is what it is.”

why hold onto these tired notions?

we stand before our mother,

giving excuses.

history need not ⫘⫘⫘ r   e   p   e   a   t ⫘⫘⫘

xoxo Willow