I want to live in a world where children are not scared for an absence of a loving hand to soothe. I will offer my crooked hand to my boys, with all my imperfection; wishing them to be reaching creatures stretching out in times of need & times of giving, learning they are of one & the same.
I want to live in a world where children can raise their voices to the insanity which wreaks havoc. I will live in a house full of loud chaotic children and instead of muffling their voices in fear of what the neighbors might hear, I will be glad my children are not afraid to be perfect monsters.
I want to live in a world where I find my voice and own legacy as a woman, beyond mother and wife. I will keep writing, painting, making, and again and again, no matter how many false starts, to remind myself I can still grow creatively, share humbly, and lead a full, rich life.
I want to live in a world where we seize and throw out the politics of cruelty and ignorance. I will join a thousand revolutions until I find one which catches flame and becomes a wildfire of kindness, of song, of laughing truth to power, of magic which spells I M P E A C H M E N T.
I want to believe I can again find my way out in the world, feel sunshine rain smiles voices; less pain. I want to see my brilliant sons reach for their dreams, play their music, build their robots. I will soak up these moments, I will take comfort and pride in baby steps, I will be kind to myself in the rebound days immobile with hurt, I will not give up. I will not give up.