The Veil
Away went the veil, and so too my sense of stability.
No clue my eyes were finally opened to the true reality.
The carrot kept dangling, the goals of our forebearers in sight,
But no amount of work or saving could ever set us right.
Now I could see the truth, I felt utterly dismayed.
Trapped in a system, realising I was a slave.
A 30-year mortgage or life on the dole,
These were the options I could buy with my soul.
I looked at my babies and my stomach would churn,
Their dreams ahead of them, all ready to burn.
And then, as the veil settled and my eyes had run dry,
I saw a way out, a way free from the lie.
The orange door opened to those whoβd grasp the handle themselves,
It waited for anyone willing to delve.
To see the possibilities of a world decentralised and free,
To open our minds to what we humans could be.
A world in repair, given a chance,
Given back hope, my dreams began to dance.
At first itβs just money, then it all becomes clear:
Itβs options, itβs chances, itβs hope - not fear.
Once I opened the door, down the rabbit hole I fell.
Into a world of learning, of truth and connection as well.
There were others there too, who had shared a similar journey.
All free now to see what their soul wanted to be.
Doing their best to help others see the light,
And with freedom in mind, they kept up the fight.
These people, awakened at last were finally able to express themselves,
creativity and talent taken back off from the shelf.
Once healed from within, they began to help kindred,
Building communities that prospered and truely ascended ,
I looked down at my children and the world no longer felt heavy.
No longer was it dark, nor did it frighten me.
The gift of freedom, of time, of self sovereignty.
Is the greatest gift a mother can give them.
Itβs my legacy.
