Thirty Years and Counting

There is a force inside this tiny frame,
which whips and sways to the time of ancient minds, who,
turning thoughts round in unison,
dreamed of better worlds, safer shores,
warmer winters, cleaner waters,
wars unwaged, hearts unmangled..
who dreamed that one day their children would not have to fight
as hard as they did
just to live...

And Live they did.
They kept churning and yearning,
and the whole world bended round their strange thoughts,
which led them not to be more intuned to nature's workings, but less;
led them not to live as freely, but more ragged and oppressed by eaching passing day;
led them to be so numb to the defeat which crept in all around them that they forgot all about the longings which had brought them there.

And what of I?
This woman who now stares back at me...
the picture of the tiresome workings of the human mind,
the angry knot balled up to a fist, wondering how to become unclenched,
the one so burdened with the dreams of our predicessors, that i find it hard to remain in the present.
Three decades pass, as this woman rides the turbulent waters of climate change, too many lies being told, forgotten dreams, and faded lullabies... paddling upstream against the apathy, mental illness, ignorance, and greed of the masses, looking just to find a sandy knoll in which to plant a tiny seed of hope, love, and forgiveness; a little mound upon which to place a flag which reads "Come one and all, who still dream in their heart of better worlds, safer shores, warmer winters, cleaner waters, wars unwaged, hearts unmangled. Come with me to a brighter future, work with me to keep the dream alive!"
Yes.. what of I?
I am blessed to have found many such small knolls upon which to rest.
I am grateful for the precious few who bare the same flag i do.
I am ready still to believe, and
I am fine as one can be,
but Lord how i need more sleep!