Where do we go
when the world is full of despair,
when the world is full of fear,
when the world is on fire?
Where do you go
when the loneliness won’t leave you alone,
when the pressures of living
threatens to crack your very soul,
when the thought of failure
commands you close the door to what you know?
Where do I go?
I go where most writers do.
To the worlds where we have control.
To the heroes that give us our answers.
To the villains who know the depth of ego.
I go not to escape the conflict,
but to find the resolutions.
I go to a land devastated
by greed, by deforestation,
by the inhumane actions of a few.
Does that sound familiar?
I go there
because the people
I know there
are working to make
it right for all.