Sometimes

Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning. I can’t breathe, caught in the undertow, dragged out to sea, and am drowning in an unending ocean of hate.

Sometimes I feel battered and bruised, skin torn, bones broken, helpless, unable to move or run; beaten by the cudgels of unending lies.

Sometimes I feel numb, frozen in time, wondering if I will survive the lightning strikes of fear engendered by bullies.

Sometimes I feel betrayed, kidnapped, chained to the walls in the darkest of prisons, disappeared, by corruptive power.

Sometimes I want to rage, to kill, to destroy, to sob in hopeless despair at the utter and overwhelming unfairness of the events I am witnessing every day.

Sometimes I feel abandoned and wonder, where is God, where is human kindness, where is love, where is generosity, where is compassion, where is rightness and fairness?

And then I hear the quiet voice of Quan Yin.

“Everyone is doing and being exactly what they came here to do and be.”

And my heart quiets, my mind stops, I breathe, come to my own inner peace, and hold Light once more.

Blessings,
Charlotte

Written on June 30,2025

Edited by Monique Hunergardt of MoReadsYou.com