Every night, the silver moon would shine on more tired faces come to join us in our aimless pilgrimage; young mothers brought their babes, grey-haired elders brought their sage wisdom, awakened men brought their fierce support, and they all had packed the Holy Wild in their knapsacks.
The old mirror is wise, dispelling the lies that left me insecure. Our struggle is not in vain, and I am ready for change that starts with a heart that is pure.
And as my heart told her that it loved her, that 'I' love her, she began to sob. She sobbed the trillions of tears that had formed the great ocean within her. And I held her in my arms as I watched them fall, one by one to the ground, and explode into a million particles that quenched the ...