What can be said? Can the world be more insane? More predictably inhumane? More corrupt? More abrupt? More aflame? More inane?
In the darkness of this dark world, oceans away, I’ve said my piece. I penned it too. And although time still stands before the day, I’ve stood with other mothers, encircled in strength and multiplied by each our own true account: Enough.
Forever enough, until the seas gather and swell into an irreversible tide of we.
Who only stand and wait.
One voice among those in this forthcoming title, which will not arrive in time to soften the long shadows of this day, but to enlighten and uplift another.