In New York,
I slipped soft into something
Hard fall into nothing
but four limbs to pull me up
Four bags to weigh me down
Four jackets to warm a stiff
Just me and more nothing
Hoping for something
Thank you, Sasha, forever and always ❣️
«It takes violence to change.» I protest.
God chuckles. «Does it?»
I open my mouth but He beats me to speaking.
«It did not take violence for you to change. It took kindness. It took understanding.»
