The path to clarity is incredibly foggy.
Tricia
A False Arrest
art source: anon
Clarity is my noble quest
As I find myself put to the test
Another’s made a false arrest
Traditional connections become compressed
Words are hurled at her behest
They rebound off my bulletproof vest
Discarded bruises, so tender yet
I salve them with my raw regret
Oxygen drains can’t catch a breath
How to mend this temporary death
Or maybe I just hop a jet
And soar to heights; close all bets.
That won’t do, some things are set
There’s no escape hatch, no deep breath
I grant her all her things possessed
And fling to sea this past-filled net
I keep in mind my life is blessed
I can’t fix things that I don’t mess
So I circle round & fluff my nest
With truth & sins already confessed
Tricia Schwaba, from the archives, circa 2015
Justice For all?
Lift us into clear skies
As we struggle to catch a breath.
Though the smog of hatred suffocates
And the spikes of elitism deflate
Our push for justice for all,
We will prevail.
Because we must.
Tricia Schwaba June 2020
