We exist, at times silently,
comfortable in our invisibility.
Unnoticeably so.
Unexplained.
We so know, or learn, when
it is time to speak up.
11/08/2024 j.g.l.
When that which festers beneath the surface escapes, then permeates what we have known, we are ever reminded of how it felt before.
Anger and animosity will only extend our discomfort.
11/07/2024 j.g.l.