Poetry

I've held many creatures 

Void of life

But it's never as hard 

As when it's your own

No pulse, no

Breathing 

Just an empty 

Shell that once was

When best friends of old

become polite passersby

still give them a smile and let your heart be full

for theirs are broken too

and need to be reminded to mend.

I'm scared.

I can't believe we're here

Again.

I can't believe this is reality

Again.

Four years

They say.

It's only four years.

But it's four years

Of a living hell for me.

They laugh

The lights shine bright...

Everywhere I look they are there filling the night sky with color

The sounds

The music. the laughter, the voices filled with excitement

The smells 

I’m speechless

Speechless

Speechless

I wasn’t always

But they voted away my voice

And my rights

And my choice

Make America Great Again

With a dictator and fascism 

We choose hatred over empathy 

Just to protect our weaponry

So screw Trans right and wildlife

There’s a spider in the shower,

It showed up there today,

It’s in the corner

Where wallpaper meets wallpaper meets wallpaper

Driving down dirt roads

Ten miles per hour over the speed limit

Oops

Slowing down

Tapping my foot to my new depression playlist 

Tears

I have given a lot of my faith away with purple ribbons

Our fingers brush when my hope is taken from me, and I expect no more than a jolt in my stomach, slight discomfort at having been accidentally touched

I didn't capitalize the word i

six years ago

in July 

in the photo book I made

to commemorate those months

I find myself both fearful and mad

At the outcome that happened on November 5.

I find myself wanting to curl into a ball and hide from it all for four years.

But I can’t.

When the echoes of voices have softened their sound,
And the campaign signs come down from the ground,
We’re left in the quiet, in the soft light of dawn,
To mend what is fractured, to carry on.