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



Never before 2016 has political news turned my

bowls to water…

The frequency of this occurrence in 2020 would have  

me diagnosed with IBS should I seek a doctor’s care.

My body is not the problem though; it is merely an indicator…of fear…

of a country gone insane with hatred, vitriol and murder.

of our democracy in peril.

of a possible existence I have only seen in foreign lands

of the reversal of my marriage

of the end of life and my country as I have known it.

I think my body’s telling me to get moving, get involved.

I always vote, but now I’m activated!

©Dani Heart