I dreamt last night
My heart aches so deeply that it has penetrated my dreams. I woke this morning weeping, crying, sobbing, mourning. I feel as broken as this country. In my dream I tried so hard to fix these breaks. I climbed up towering bookshelves in search of answers that I could not reach and I fell so hard I shattered into thousands of pieces and still I wept. I wept for all the people crushed under the wheel I cannot seem to stop. I wept for my own heart that somehow will not stop breaking. I wept for the change I have always tried to make and I weep for now for the tide that seems to push me back. In my dream there was for just a moment a beautiful unity of hope and promise, led by a proud and fair and just queen. But even in my dream that queen was crushed by fearful and a jealous and mislead voice. A clamoring and clanking voice of many who did not seek to understand. A voice who hated in a loud disjointed manner. I woke this morning crying so upon waking I wrote these words in hopes of making sense of this ache in my heart and this heaviness in my dreams but still I weep. I ache for that queen in my dream but I still hope for us. I woke and I wrote these words to put myself together. But I still weep. And I still hope. And I'm still falling.