mucking about

 Humanity reaches outwards and upwards stretching for greater achievements, greater loss. Mothers shelter in newly freshed greenery of love, aching arms in brittle grief. Blood flows through peeled skin, fresh and new as baby's breathe upon a tidal pool of hope. Strength bends and pulls against the notion of stubborn pride not allowing for disagreement, adversity and varied notions of what it means to dance alone in the changing leaves of tomorrow. The rools are shifting, losing meaning, exposing their raw vulnerability, hidden deep in caverns of dark life.