Exhale of smoke while staring at the night,
stars are shining, air is cooler these days, words and pictures sliding across my mind, silent questions bring no true answers. The images of what is happening around my once quiet city. One man lay dead over a fight over drugs taken from another. Police do not find him right away as they are busy taking firearms away from a family dispute of three. Traces of substance have littered the streets like never before however I hold onto the hope clear minds will once again live. In this hope I believe. The once great land held its arms out, accepting others who traveled here to start peacefully. Newcomers who left destructive soil to only be greeted by ignorance of the ones who turn away from the disappearance of women and teenagers who were indigenous to this open, native land. The blind eyes leaving scars on the heartbeat of this once great nation. We will find what makes us unique. In this hope I believe. Sometimes I am just waiting for pains to go away from remembering. When the mind goes, the heart follows. the tears just appear in my eyes realizing how much I still miss from my mom passing. A portion of me gone too. Healing from this loss may never happen. I miss her. Silence all around when it hits me, holding onto loss will make me better. In this hope I believe. The night sky I am staring at keeps the mind's eye clear. The breeze may carry whispers to grip hold of the positive light. In this hope, I believe. August 26, 2019 © Andrew Scott - 2019
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