I wrote this a year ago as a reminder and inner navigation tool for myself as we entered a period of unprecedented political instability and uncertainty. It's easy to get lost nowadays in the fog and darkness of our chaotic times. But there is a light. Run toward the light Run toward the light. Run toward the hope. Run toward the beauty. Systems and ideologies can crush our bones, they can take our livelihoods, they can threaten our security, but... They cannot own our souls.

in lonesome darkness Week 16: Cocoon the heart heals in lonesome darkness Cocoon It was dark but I was not afraid because the darkness was not my enemy this time of uncertainty and doubt wasn’t stagnation or regression it was a holding pattern a crucible of transformation this place wasn’t a death sentence it wasn’t a tomb at all it was a womb and I a miracle Description: This poem is a quiet declaration of rebirth. Reframing darkness and uncertainty as necessary stages of