Thick and dark, intangible and seductive,
The streaming fingers of hopelessness
Creep around our ankles one by one,
Like a rising tide of quicksand.
Groups and clubs of purposeless people,
We see, but do not understand its goal:
To steal, to kill, and to destroy each one,
Systematically, methodically, in broad daylight.
Understanding, we lack the will
To stand against this thickening mass;
We think like victims, helpless against such a foe.
Who will stand, who will light the way?
Have we lost the power to rise above,
Are we helpless and doomed to drown,
Or can we open our mouths, scream and shout,
Kick and stomp our way to freedom?
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As I wonder around Mindsay and my real world, I can't help but observe the depths of depression that is rising. It's like rising water sweeping through, at least the USA. It wraps around our ankles like tentacles, and, if we don't kick it loose, it climbs higher, claiming more and more of who we are. Many have elected to focus on the rising water, to embrace it as a familiar friend, not realizing its life threatening power and goal. We have been trained by the media to be victims, so we sit back and watch as the tentecles climb higher on us. We see people succumb to this enemy daily, yet we still do not recognize its power.
As one year fades into the next, is it more of the same? Or will the light switch on?
YOU can choose!
Where is the LIGHT? :)
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