Dewdrops to some, sweat beads to others; this is her reality.
Dreams and visions of depravity, horror, and the current, past, and future human perspectives flood her mind.
Dripping and soggy in the atrocities of her fellow human beings, the seer sees what others do not want to see.
Dreaming through the bitter night, to be restored and tired in the morning; a lofty price paid to see what others cannot see
Daylight doesn’t stop the lingering images of what has or may come, yet who is a seer to change what cannot be undone?
Decurro journey through a difficult test, watching the world fall apart and remaining grateful, kind, and courageous.