Fire and Earth

With a baby breath, I swim to the farthest end of the pond, believing in this, in us memories of the strength I get from

My eyes are steady now, my guiding light in this tunnel, shining the light on all the wrongs that could be should be must be

For a month you freed me of— but now I am the center of the whirlpool, the very current my mother warned me of as

In a faux fur coat, one knee bent, arms flaring up, huge smile, I pose with my colleagues for our group Kindness Week photoshoot. strike

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