Lulu_D

sitting in bed close to 7 am waiting for the election tracker to light up. 

sitting in bed close to 8 am doomscrolling through election websites knowing it's all futile now.

this is not a poem. 

this is not a song.

this is not metaphor, a sonnet, an ode, not a ballad, a rant, not even a dream–

this is a plea. 

No. 

I refuse to be afraid.

We are so caught in the coming climb

We forget to turn and see the cliffs we've scaled.

I am living in a country where a woman is bracing for a climb to greater heights

I wonder what I look like

In your eyes.

What I look like

In your dreams. 

Maybe I'll be gone,

But please carry on. 

Don't be shadowed in the dark,

There's a young child sitting on the bench 
Her father sitting next to her 
And they're calm and it's peaceful 

oh, how hard it is to watch them