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You meet, greet and rub shoulders with deep trauma through the filter of other’s experiences; Covid is the trigger with a finger of a sniper.
It throws bait, rains pain, strains and drains as it changes strain, you wonder what it stands to gain?

It wears multiple faces, spreads across races, comes in different guises, attacks in random phases, detracts on many fronts, is bold and doesn’t need to front, it deals the unsuspecting punch, its track doesn’t lend to tracing, for it has no obvious trail, but leaves us pale, weightless and helpless on our scales, so tell a friend your tale before you go stale. If it brings us together we never have to surrender.

Share your pain ’cause we care, neither wait for a reason, nor the blow that leaves you stricken, in this volatile season, there’s always one who will listen.
Suffering in silence is shy of treason to those who would gladly listen, so that is not an option, move away from its suction.

We’ll be the spring in your step, let’s be the wind beneath your wings & the healing touch that replaces your bottle of scotch, so reach out to a soothing voice, when it feels like all is botched. Reach out and be touched, if you can not reach out and touch. Reach out and be filled that you may be healed and move on to heal.

It’s never the size of the obstacle at your door step, it’s the set of steps that see you past that door step, and the safety net that is your crew, so find a new crew or join our crew, if you are turning blue.
It’s a conversation, charged with verbal elation, it dissolves the glue that keeps us feeling blue, when we lose our sense of truth, and are at a loss of what to do.

Strumming emotional blues for lyrical and musical blues one conversation at a time.