Reality Whispers

She looks at sand smoothed by centuries. This is your world, reality whispers. 

The waves are much louder. Harmony is not available to everyone, they roar. 

She thinks of women in war-torn worlds who need to get food for their children. Whether it costs them sexual favors, or a walk through minefields, or both. At first, their hearts tremble. Later, they just go.

She yearns for a way of soothing our helplessness.