Quiet plea inside
Voices beg peaceful guidance.
Cold wind fiercely snaps.
writing
Alliteration voices inside my head
Diving. Driving. Dip.
Upwards, around the bend down.
Let the rains release.
Paths and journeys, cups full and toppled over or half-empty and wanting – we are all in this together.
I cannot presume
another’s road through the dark.
Let all our lights shine.
MKat Reclamations 