Speak Easy Sunday | While the World Burns
- cgo129
- Jul 7
- 1 min read
She still folds laundry while the headlines scream.
She still sets the table, kisses scraped knees, keeps dinner warm all while the world threatens to tear itself apart again.
There’s always talk of change, of justice, of ending the hate. But the silence after speaks louder
And still, she’s here:
Paying bills.
Brushing tangled hair.
Sending one more “Just checking on you” text
to someone who hasn’t answered in weeks.
No one teaches you how to carry both hope and horror.
How to raise children while governments raise weapons.
How to dream when the news is nothing but smoke.
How to keep a tender heart in a world that rewards numbness.
But she does it anyway.
She keeps showing up.
Keeps praying quietly in the morning.
Keeps planting soft things in the soil—
belief, lavender, stories that still end well.
Because what no one tells you is this:
Being a woman in a world always on fire isn’t weakness.
It’s sacred resilience.
It’s resistance wrapped in motherhood and mascara.
It’s loving like it’s your last day
while still buying toilet paper for tomorrow.
This is what we do.
We don’t scream when the world shouts.
We light candles in the dark.
We laugh, cook, sob, protect, question, and keep going even when no one is watching.
And that?
That’s how you survive a world at war:
By being something worth saving.
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