Wrong doings hidden behind walls of silence.
Decades of misdeeds, shards of innocence boring deeply, planted at four, then again, and again, and again, endlessly.
Learning to say no, confront, dismantle. Call out the naked emperor.
And now to be told repeatedly, “Just play the game.”
Naïve to expect equity, intelligence, insight and leadership?
Traveling back in time to that small child, damaged and wronged.
Same verb, simply figurative this time.
(c) Creekside Whispers