#pillo prose

Does not stay static

As we should

Follow in its footsteps

And it will rekindle

The fire that society extinguished

When it told us that we would

Never be enough

To help

To protect

To win

Hope will keep us going

when the trek gets hard and

we trip upon a stone or

when we fall into the freezing lake

Hope will heal our wounds 

warm our hearts

keep us moving as 

the moon lights our path

even when

in my ear as I paint

the embers dance and sing 

their lonely songs

as my pencil pirouettes

while the fire escapes its fetters

I smile,

I could do it one better

as my pencil and paintbrush paint the campground

red

as the fire rages, 

I place my watermark

I often forget the meanings.

If I can’t remember my own voice,

Do I have Alzheimer’s?

vultures and hummingbirds soar

can you hear their cries

Why cure a man, if he will burn you to the ground?

Of all prejudice and pride

And ignored the cries of fear and shame

And looks for the light inside

The light that they see is opaque and dull

And they fear that all their work is null

But in truth, their eyes conceive all lies