the winds come and the trees hold ground for their roots run deep and wide from seedling to sapling to towering timber they have learned to bend when the tempests rage
the winds come and the house holds firm for it was built on a solid foundation from brick, to plank, to shingled roof its walls crafted to shelter kith and kin when the tempests rage
the winds come and i shall keep this space sacred for my ancestors, my children, myself from maiden to mother to crone i've grown in perseverance, grace, resilience when the tempests rage
it’s hard to ignore the elephants they’re showing up everywhere these days it’s hard to ignore the elephants proponents of fear, malevolence be cautious friends, what you do and say they’re watching you, in a creepy way it’s hard to ignore the elephants
it’s hard to ignore the elephants they live next door, you’re never alone it’s hard to ignore the elephants they know what you choose and where you spend they’re following you, they’re in your phone nowhere is safe, not even home it’s hard to ignore the elephants
it’s hard to ignore the elephants who judge and convict with full rancor it’s hard to ignore the elephants so beware if you are different, female, vulnerable, foreigner it’s coming soon, their vindictive purge it’s hard to ignore the elephants
~kat
Still processing…still coming to terms with what and who this country is. And trying to figure out as a gay, senior, female citizen, how to survive the coming years, with promised threats from the new leaders coming in who are against my very existence and ability to survive. I used to think being kind, living under the radar, minding my own business and not making waves would be enough to live a good life, to be safe. I am having a hard time believing that now. The winners in our recent election are emboldened and meaner than ever. And they’ve got an agenda that promises to make life a living hell for the marginalized, immigrants, refugees, lgbtq+ folk, women, non-radical evangelicals, progressives in general, law-abiding truth tellers, the elderly, the poor, and middle class. It feels like a nightmare and I’m trying to fight the urge to shut down and go into hiding. I’m tryin to find the courage to step out and join others in the fight, but I’ve got to admit, I’m tired folks. Why can’t we all just live and let live and mind our own damn business. The reality…this reality sucks. Which is why I’m putting this out here. Sharing my truth with whoever takes the time or is interested is reading it. And if you’re still here, peace to you. I’m a survivor…and I’ve got a little light still. We’ll get through this. It just sucks that we have to fight to do it.
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six sparks of light flicker in a sea of darkness believers in love, compassion, inclusion, justice, truth, civility, kindness, peace we cling to hope as winter closes in
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six despite what you may have heard is proof beyond a shadow’s doubt that you are in good company, light bearers shining for all to see
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six reasons to grieve, to take time to heal to cling to the promise of spring… of a bright dawn after the darkest night to protect each precious ember of light
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six did not a landslide make, nor mandate for those who choose the ways of hate may love’s light lead us from the edge and gather us to forge the path ahead
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six hold space for victory in this fight one day we’ll surely get this right just not today, true change takes years so rest your hearts for now, we need you here
everything changed nothing changed i stand at the edge of despair unable to exhale shrouded in the dread of threatened promises unleashed by ignorance, the stench of hate dripping from the rafters amidst wind-raped, naked trees loss of daylight adding insult to undeserved misery a chill, an ungodly silence cups my ears like a sonic boom no one hears my screams… even if they did, they’d revel in my suffering, the transaction of wholesale soul acquisition is complete, bloodthirsty monsters wielding the sickle to collect a harvest sown by lies justice buried alive under the heap I’m fading to black, clinging to embers of hope flickering in the wake of rage faint glimpses of love, compassion, kindness, and truth to keep me as winter approaches swiftly from the four corners, everything in its season…to sleep…to dream spring is coming, she’s coming she’s coming…right? this little light of mine I’m gonna let it shine let it shine let it shine let it shine
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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