Caw

The crows cawed ominously on my rainy
isolated apocalypse walk.

Plague history echos chime through my mind.
We have been through this before.

Our old collective memory is calling to us.
We are the descendants of survivors,

That’s why we’re still here.
It’s time to listen. Time to hear the cries of our past selves
and our terrified neighbors.

What do you have to spare?
A loss of one thing usually leads to an abundance of something else.

What powers did you use to overcome your loss?
How strong are you now?

Look to yourself dear ones. Be who you want to be,
Now in this time of uncertainty.

The only one who gets to choose is you.

I love you.