Tired my Eyes
even though they have not released the angst
my heart feels
Sorrow engulfs me like a blanket
on a cold winter’s morning
sitting alone, my breath is all I feel
Asheville what happened?
Scabs are everywhere
dust, mud, dirty water
while the sky is a brilliant October blue
Red maples struggle to share their brilliance
Birds are seeking fresh water, too.
~Anita Adams 10/23/2024
Called to Write 
wonderful, it makes me feel the angst, sorrow and anticipation for rebirth.
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It’s unreal. Almost a month has past and we’re still carrying and boiling water to bathe with. It’s exhausting! I have to remind myself there are others who have lost everything. We’ve lost water! Not lives. Not homes. Not loved ones. Writing this now. This reality is also reminds me to be grateful for what we DO Have. The struggle is still real. Thank you for your love and acknowledgement of this piece.
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