I am not sure what to entitle the following prose but this is what has come out of my rattling pea brain:
Brought together by adversity
We cling to one another
Separated by adversity
We cling to one another
There are reasons in this world
Reasons why and how and what
Yet living the questions
I wonder what will happen
Unable to move on
You're stifled, muted, censored, and stuck
Finishing the unfinished
Ending the seemingly never ending
Yet when will it be my turn?
Tags: Eunice Crankyponts
