Silence ...

The rains 
have paused, 
as has 
all else ... 
silence 
- absolute stillness 
and 
ineffable silence 
reigns ...  

Copyright © Kayleen White, Wiradjuri and Widjabul-Wiabol woman of the Lost Generations, 2026 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :) 

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I stumbled in to ...

I stumbled in 
to retirement 
- bashed, battered, undone 
by overload and harrying 
- few known outside 
the place of the slavish cult, 
and watched myself 
as I had watched 
others in like straits. 

Friends with those 
still on the inside 
was never going 
to work 
- they are still frantic, 
focused on  
doing, and then trying 
to heal the daily damage 
enough to live. 

Friends with those 
near to the inside 
those who had worked 
similarly, 
will, alas, 
similarly, 
not work 
- reminiscing on past pain, 
comparing past torments, 
is not a way 
to move on.  

Friends with family 
has a chance 
- unless they still work, 
or your pain and trauma, 
built barriers, 
and drove them away ... 

Friends must be anew 
- beginning with the self, 
and moving on, 
as with explorers of old 
casting off from home, 
maybe to sail home, 
maybe not, 
if greener pastures are found 
- and shared as equals.  

Copyright © Kayleen White, Wiradjuri and Widjabul-Wiabol woman of the Lost Generations, 2026 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication). I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :) 

NO AI I do not consent to any machine learning aka Artificial Intelligence (AI), generative AI, large language model, machine learning, chatbot, or other automated analysis, generative process, or replication program to reproduce, mimic, remix, summarise, or otherwise replicate any part of this post or other posts on this blog via any means. Typo’s may be inserrted deliberately to demonstrate this is not an AI product. Otherwise, fair and reasonable use is accepted under Creative Commons 4.0 on an Attribution-ShareAlike basis https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/