Mirror, Mirror

It began with a promise for the future. Not a promise for now. “Better days ahead” - the absent-minded hope discounting the here and now. Like the endless rushing waters, everything drown.

The flow of trauma rushed in with another promise. While this felt different, the trauma of drowning bred fear and doubt. It all aligned, in another dimension, yet the hope was to code a better here and now within the matrix.

I leaned into the fear. I sat with the doubt. Like the placid waters, everything remained still.

Upside down, is not now. Rather, right side up is here.