The afternoon is sunny,
light falls warm
The breeze through the
car window full of lilacs

Soft air caresses your bare
arms. Everything is a hazy

Nothing in the day speaks
of grief, but its there on
the news.

This should be a universe
of promise, of expectation.
The death of innocent lives,
feels so out of time with the
sky’s forget me not hue.

You think about rolling the car windows up,
shutting out the blossoming world.
letting winter settle in
Fear unpacking its suitcase
in your mind.

Consumed with rage over
black hearts and evil ways.
Terrorists stealing
what should be preserved

Their shrapnel of devastation,
an infinity of darkness
littering the ground
My hate is bigger
than your hate

You fight the urge to give in
to give up.
The world is breakable, but
your spirit is not.

We are all here trying to find
our balance on this broken

Your heart constricts in a
fist of humanity.

Love pours out, gold as honey.
A living lightbulb goes off,
illuminating the transparent
glass of intimidation.

Hope waits beyond despair
You note how the heavens
embrace the sky.

The blue so deep, so thick
You could dive into it
You could swim in it
until you reach the other side-


30 thoughts on “Swim

  1. “We are all here trying to find our balance on this broken wheel.” – Those are the words that will stick with me for awhile. That’s where I am “at” these days and I think a lot of other people feel the same way. Have a great day Tosha!

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    1. Same here…those were the lines that really resonated with me….
      finding balance in this insane world is no easy feat!

      as always, Tosha, great writing giving me much food for thought 🙂

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  2. This is an eye opener to everyone. How a world distorted passes us by. ANd we might not want to see.

    dark clouds rising
    thick as tar
    the smell of burning flesh
    burning after bombed
    we look the other way
    into the sun
    and colour dot
    the perfect skies.

    Really beautiful we try but today is the day we can change.

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  3. Beautiful words about a tragic deed. Heartbroken that day, to be sure…but I’m like you..forever looking to humanity’s good side. Monster exist, but not in equal number to angels.

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