In these very strange days all feels like dying.
We have not yet shed the old
And not welcomed in the new.
We are lost in the old ways
That no longer work
And discovering the new.
Who we once were
We do not remember
And as of now
We do not understand where
The future may take us.
We are lost in the abyss
That once we were glad
To visit
Without hesitation.
Who were we once
If not warriors of peace?
Have we not come into being
In order to heal?
Once a woman
We stand now as
Nothingness.
Wide and tall we grew into the depth
Of the Ocean.
Vanessa
A Beautiful World 