Amistad

I throw off the yoke of control that made me feel safe, and I jump into the strong currents of my depression as it leads me to the edge of chaos. I’m hoping on a miracle, like Musa’s mother did. I close my eyes, relax my mind and open my heart. I’m as prepared for a hopeful conclusion as I am prepared for an existential death. Whatever the case, I’m here.

2 responses to Amistad

  1. That’s the peak of surrender. Being prepared for a hopeful conclusion and a death. You’re in the brackets of surrender. What a beautiful place to be.
    Carrying hope in there purifies the space by default. Because despair doesn’t exist in the same space as hope. ♥️

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