The tools to help us get out of this hole have been taken,
but we don’t need them. Now as we climb to reach the top our finger nails
break, flesh ripping off exposing bone, the blood from our wounds making us
slip ever deeper down into oblivion but wait as we desperately clamber to the
top for our very lives our once soft gentle finger tips that eroded to bone sharpen
harden and darken to resemble that of obsidian blades. The pain subsides and we
welcome the numb feeling replacing our compassion. A sentiment of vigor courses
through our veins it feels good. It allows us to
penetrate and ascend we can at last see the edge. We emerge only a remnant of
our former selves but armed with keen claws hungry to reap and hold responsible
the ones at fault. Our fear, feelings of despair, and inaction replaced with
courage, insight and a call to something greater than the individual. Once we realize
that I am we and we includes all everything will change.
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