Sometimes I can't work out where I am at to know what I want to say... I know sometimes poetry helps in those cases but it feels an age...

I long for a world Where everything is different Where I no longer need to straddle two paradigms Where my spiritual self can feel comfortable to live in the humanness of this world I long for a world Which doesn't make me weep... and rage At the injustice, the inhumanity Which doesn't cause me to feel pain every... single... day... I long for a world Which is so radically different Its difficult to even dream at times Where wisdom is currency and those who care are those who