Teetering on the Precipice

The wind blows and bitter truths float on the gale

The biting cold chills to the bone as if the point somehow needs further clarification…

And here we are… frozen in this moment of what is, what isn’t, and what may or may not ever be.

Pivotal, unprecedented, terrifying.

Is this how our democracy dies?

I certainly hope not!

© Dani Heart