Electoral Flurry 2020

A cold November morning delivers the promise of a brighter tomorrow

The winds of change are brisk, clean and decisive though long in coming…

Finally I can breathe…

We’re on a roll here in the U.S. electing the best and worst of leaders in the same decade.

Funny, not funny how those pendulums can swing so far in either direction.

We’re setting precedents too, going against our racist patriarchal past, but there are many among us who would see us burn before acquiescing to progressive change.

So we revel for a moment in the hard fought win, before succumbing to the tumultuousness of the tough tasks ahead, as we build back better a deeply divided nation from the ravages of an abusive narcissistic president and the ilk that supported him.

©Dani Heart

11-7-2020

Bereft

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A moment of sadness pours into my cup until it’s nearly overflowing.

A warm haunting melancholy ensues over what wasn’t, what isn’t, and what might not be going forward.

I drink it down…not slowly, not quickly, but evenly with rapt acknowledgement.

Undaunted I pour a new cup of warm sweet sustenance and fill it with Love, determination, and Hope (however audacious) then drink it down slowly until it permeates my soul.

 

©Dani Heart

5-10-2020

 

Muscle Memory

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I awoke in peril while attempting to flee.

I ignored the nurse’s warnings in my haste until

the forced injection insured my compliance.

Muscles have memory…

Whatever happened while I was under…my body

remembered, and at the very first opportunity did its level

best to save me from further trauma.

We’re taught from a young age to negate our body’s warning signs…

Your hair bristling, a pit in the bottom of your stomach, feelings without proof that something or someone’s just not right.

Our body often knows what our brain is unable to accept or make sense of.

Of late I’ve pondered…a peek at my record…

But muscles have memory…

And I think I already know enough.

 

 

©Dani Heart

3-12-2020