CONFESSION ZERO

Woman, we were blind to your rising. You are and shall be the heroes for Home, (H)eartH, and HumanKind. It was inevitable that Mother, sister, daughter, aunt, grandmother, great grandmother, nieces, any and all women would rise for the sake of our salvation from war and indifference. I will honor you among those that deeply feel the truth, that know the sacrifices you've faced and the instinct for the collective's salvation. Let us be as One, a family among all of humanity with unexpected heroes, not unexpected by women, but by we, your male counterparts. No more should we doubt your role in humanity's rising, we must, without question, embrace it and begin. Women are now rising as the leaders with a unique and powerful advantage over our male dominated history, the birth of our future and the will to adapt for the betterment of all... I am ready to rise with you, as are, I'm quite sure, many men who understand the uniqueness of your abilities in ways we've, u

We breathe less time in our lungs than a clock made of air, yet Creation grants us enough to knock us over in our briefness, plenty more than we are capable of tolerating. We can't stand like the forest, or the mountains, we topple in our brevity, trembling as we fall. Our legs are not trunks, feet not roots, our bravery overshadowed by our frame's willfully quivering bark, less heartbeats than the moth's wings flutter toward the light, time our contrivance, age flouting the curves of our backs to rage at the dying of our own glimmer. Our lives begin like comets bending their growling radiance toward Home then crash into one another as if destined to skip the celebration entirely. We cry more than we laugh until our frames are deformed by the tears running ahead of our joy like an impatient brute briefly crashing into itself without familiarity. However, when we pass by, we leave a sheen where we briefly were, and there's hope in that... © 2016 Mark Ric