L.C. McQuillen
23.04.24
Too many tombs are filled with people
Who were never themselves
Too many illnesses are diagnosed with
Prescriptions that only mask
What truly ailes
Our bodies become graves
Of our lack of understanding
What are to become of the children
That are not taught that
They are their own saviors?
Our false perception comes as clouds
That dim the light between us
We are not alive to be consumed again
We are alive to become more than
When we began
Is healing ourselves more terrifying
Than what the world will become
If we do not?