Our earth, heavy breathing in quiet pain. Our oceans bruised, our skies stitched with smoke and fire. The mountains bow to human hands, forests whisper with names of what's been lost. Still...beneath the pain, hope remains...asking if we will just listen. #Poetry #Writing #BrokenWorld

Most people who know me know I have no love for the current #American administration. That being said, I still have nothing but love for my American brethren down south. Sometimes people believe that their decisions were the best for their situation and thats their prerogative.