by C. A. Matthews
A lot of talk in activist groups consists of “When do we act?” and “Who will lead us?” Discussions of when we’ll know what to do and how we’ll know who to trust or which groups are the best ones to give us advice can go on for days, weeks, months or even years. Everyone has a right to their opinion, but in the meantime nothing much is accomplished and things can continue to grow worse. Much worse.
As the Music Fades, the Storm Remains
The storm rages, relentless.
Not a crash of thunder, but a quiet, gnawing roar—
Thoughts splinter like waves against a shore,
each one demanding attention, each one refusing to fade.
I beg for silence, for a pause in the motion.
For the weight of my own mind to ease,
for the tides to settle, for breath to feel light again.
But peace is a mirage, slipping through my fingers
the moment I reach for it.
If the storm must stay, then what remains?
A longing, a whisper, a quiet ache—
A hope, however distant, that someday,
I will find comfort within the chaos.
—T.A.
Ms. Cat’s Chronicles 
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