Dear Sister,
You, a Wallflower, seem to see the invisible bonds that shackle me
We wait, Vertiginous, for them to break, for me to break free
The seconds tick by in their regular rhythmicity
Tomorrow is a promise, full of possibility
But all the todays are amounting to nothings
Is it wise then, to imagine a future of kings?
Living often means wielding hope against misery
Yet false hope is a dangerous potential trajectory
And now I wonder what can be saved
For look at me: I am left altered, changed
Love,
The Resilient Virus.
sisters of diaspora 