I’ve been trying to make sense
of a world that no longer speaks
a language that I understand.
All around me,
there seems to be nothing
but chaos and havoc,
mayhem and unsettled hearts.
Even as I look at the world
and try to understand
what it is that I am seeing,
it changes again and becomes
even more full of hate
than it was before.
It’s as if I am looking at everything
through a looking glass.
I can see my reality shift and move,
never staying still.
What is happening in the world right now
is abuse. There is no other word for it.
I have chosen to believe
we will heal ourselves after this,
that we will come through the waterfall
into a world that is recognizable
and washed anew from the water.
I dream of freedom, yes,
but not the kind that they want.
I long for the day when I will crawl
out from under the weight,
standing despite the emotions
that want to pull me under the surface,
but I wonder what I will have to let go of
in order to do so.