There is no shelter in this storm of uncertainty.
My mind races and fills with conflict and affliction.
It’s like a struggle between being sober and having addiction.
I want to scream out and bring my voice out away from fiction.
Why can’t they understand the direness and the urgency?
I urge you to feel my conflict within and embrace the discomfort.
I pray that you will feel the struggle of the state we are in.
I regret not being loud enough or that I have failed to begin.
My heart and mind are unable to overlook any and all sin.
Empathy fills my bones from the sky down to the Earth’s dirt.
Divergence…
© Amy Harvey
The Voice of the Voiceless 