Oct 15, 2021
2 min read
Empower
a piece on the belief of change
The white painted door was as familiar as each week before. An invitation to meet the blood that raised the one I call a friend swept me here as adequately as the autumn’s breeze does the leaves. I was greeted with the warmth of faces I’ve spent years breaking bread with, and a firm handshake from a stranger a little taller than me.
