poetry

So, unless you’re in a lucky corner of western Europe or Canada, you’re probably feeling the fingertips of the iron fist beginning to close around your neck. For those of us of the magical persuasion, this likely means discrimination, imprisonment, deportation or death. Most of all, it means fear.

And fear breeds silence. It crushes the ability to speak.

There are many things I’ve learned in life, but the biggest lesson I’ve learned is that a decision made from fear is almost always the wrong one.