This morning, my eyes slowly opened—
what would today bring?
Promise?
Or another bruise the world must carry?
We turn on the television
and violence spills out,
flooding rooms meant for rest.
Places that once felt safe
now tremble under the weight of crime.
Yesterday’s safety net has frayed,
and we are exposed to the elements—
the same harsh winds felt across oceans
by those attacked unjustly,
by those who never asked to be brave.
What has happened?
Why does it feel like breaking comes
before becoming?
Still, as long as we do not give up
or give in,
there is a quiet truth waiting:
what we call trouble
must learn to call itself kinship.
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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