The world is broken, a glass bottle smashed on rocks. I cannot see how we can repair the damage, a million shards surround us. Kindness beckons us; stupidity, hatred and plague drown out its voice, dragging it under the waves like trash on the beach. No one notices; lifeguards are in short supply. I dive after it, desperately fighting the tide and pray for reinforcements.
~Elise Skidmore ©2020