In the wind

She filled every room with her own brand of righteous indignation
Understandably
Big ideas always fill rooms

And yet she had to ask
The how and why this timber
In my own eye
I want to be kind
And yet I can be so blind

Fear Terror
All the horrors that dance by fire light
In my minds eye

No one wants to bow to fear
And yet….

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