A poem from the Seeker's Dungeon

Hands up to make it easy – but you don’t see me – more than in your way I’m my mother’s babe, my friend’s memory, my people’s cries. “Whys” won’t erase the nightmare of closed eyes to our plight – a legacy of “too young” goodbyes, as we drift from pride to hopelessness; reckless compromise […]

via Finding a Way to Breathe — The Seeker's Dungeon

yogaReena Davis