Finding balance in political turmoil: a poem on resilience
The world has slipped out of rhythm,
like a clock knocked from the wall
that still insists on ticking,
though the hours no longer agree.
Nothing aligns with the way it lived
in my body a year ago.
Then, there was a sense of ballast.
Morning came without dread
clinging to its edges.
I could rise,
place my feet on the floor,
and believe, perhaps naively,
that the ground would hold.
I believed the voices we chose would,
at minimum, remember us.
That disagreement was …
Finding balance in political turmoil: a poem on resilience
