Shine too brightly and the world will kill you. It devours light from the time of its conception. For light we all are. We once, collectively, quite likely were light itself, was that Eden? Was that my home? For this land, this growing waste heap of an earth, rejects my kinship. In denial of truth, sat feeding death itself. Mindless chatter about the next headline, the next popular craze, the next virus, oops, I mean viral content. I am ashamed of you, humanity, yet I love you all the same. You are denying me the very thing that I am – Life. Shine too brightly and the world will kill you. The crazy thing is, that zombies do not see themselves, not ever. And it is heartbreaking, dismantling and rage-fueling all at once. I am ashamed of you, rich folk, those walking beside death with life in their pocket. I am ashamed of you the most. ‘There is no money’, so often the line of the silver-tongued snake, the one feeding you apples from the tree of their knowledge, from the education systems of their design. The ones feeding you death as medicine and sickness as food. Shine too brightly and the world will kill you, like it did them, us, me and you.
© Santuario, Ana Maria (2024). Mirror, Mirror, Collection 1. Faith in Change Publishing, London.