Bliss.
So close yet so far.
In the other room lies
The closest person to it.
The giver, the taker,
The arbiter of
Bliss.
She is
Bold,
Beautiful,
Born to RISE.
She is Mother.
Before this, she was just a mother.
Now, She walks for miles and miles
And m i l e s
To find home again.
Her Son is scared,
Her Daughter is flying, and
Her Husband is fighting.
There is no Bliss here.
The Two of them have anything but.
The shadows of Kyiv lie beneath them,
But Mother only looks up,
Dreaming of being with Her mother again,
Back when She was only a daughter.
This exclusive original piece is found in 'The Rise Edition' of AwareNow Magazine: www.awarenowmagazine.com
Written by: Luke Gialanella
Narrated by: Allié McGuire
Music by: Sol Rising
Produced by: Awareness Ties
