Do Not Worry. {poetry}
Do not worry, it’s just
the last few strands
of a dying age
that tie us to our suffering.
And we look back
through the window
of familiarity,
while our hearts and minds
draw us forward
out of the shadows
into the light.
In the wake of destruction,
finally the chaos settles.
Suddenly, blinding clarity,
we shut our eyes,
strange in the
unfamiliar sparkle.
Release your institutions,
choose love and freedom
in every color.
Unfurl the old chains
that no longer bind you.
Gradually the links
become petals
and we can let them fall.
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Ruth Ruane is an artist, perfumer, entrepreneur, writer, co-creator, mother of seven, grandmother of two.